The old lilac trees behind the garage managed to make it through one more winter, although each one does a little more damage. The branches are beginning to swell with promises of leaves, that means clusters of fragrant flowers won't be too far behind. I love lilacs.
But what is this?
A few days ago, Son 2 reported that he had noted a flurry of activity around one particular lilac tree.
That is one stoic robin. I wonder why he didn't fly away. Wait a minute, is that a. . .nest?
"I've got my eye on you. Don't you dare come any closer!"
Oh, he's a family man. And by his menacing looks, a really protective Dad.
I just love the color of robin's eggs. They are so dainty and. . .blue.
Don't worry, Mr Robin. I won't bother your babies. But can I chronicle your blessed event?