Our last report on the little robins showed that their nest was getting a bit crowded ...
...mostly due to mom's regular feeding ...
I didn't get any pictures on May 26, mainly because I was gone most of the day. On the morning of May 27,
That was about 8:30 a.m. At about 10 a.m., they seemed even bigger, and the nest was really looking crowded ...
Both of us noted that we hadn't seen mom around that morning. Had the gravy train gotten derailed?
Right around noon, I had to leave to cover the two high school graduations, and that took most of the afternoon. When I got back home at about 4:30 p.m., the nest looked quiet. Very quiet. Empty. We got the chair and mirror for a close look. Here is what we saw ...
Just one very dirty nest and an egg that never hatched.
From the first photo of the three eggs ...
... just 23 days had passed. Since the first view of the babies ...
... just 14 days had elapsed.
Things happen fast around here sometimes.
No picture on May 26 because that's the day we took my mom up to Marquette, which is where the nearest Red Lobster is located. It was the day before her 85th birthday; enough of an excuse to celebrate. She likes the scallops most of all--she and my dad used to eat at Red Lobster when they would take a trip down to Green Bay, and that's what she would have.
So she had her seafood platter with the scallops, and the rest of us got some seafood there also. Then, the two-hour trip back to the nursing home, and then we drove back home ourselves. So I had about six hours of driving that day, all together.
She had a good time, but she said for next year--if she makes it that long--we'll go to Hardee's in Iron Mountain to celebrate (just across the river from the nursing home). We go there often for chicken sandwiches when we visit her, and I'm getting better at folding up the wheelchair and stuffing it into my car's trunk.
I covered the graduations on Sunday. That night, my wife and I watched the first half of "Doctor Zhivago." Today, I was up early for Memorial Day observances at a little town about 10 miles away. It takes place in a pretty little rural cemetery. The ceremony started at 8 a.m., and they always have a good crowd (even two years ago, when it rained).
You can see how green it is. You can only imagine how clean the air is or how the breeze is moving the leaves around. And as for the birds' singing from all directions ... there aren't enough words to describe that. Such a beautiful place.
As the buglers played Taps, I went behind them for this panoramic shot ...
David is over for lunch, and most like a movie this afternoon. Maybe the last half of Doctor Zhivago, but most likely not. Then, the Senators and Ducks hit the ice later.
No more driving today. I've put on enough miles lately.
No more writing, either. My wife just called upstairs. "Lunch is ready."
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