These 4 gorgeous eggs were hard to miss, nestled in the perfect grass bowl perched precariously on the old bird feeder between the flower bed and raspberry bed.
It's been a stormy spring, heavy rains, high winds. And so there remained just 3 eggs. The first robin babe to hatch looked barely alive lying there exhausted, naked, and frighteningly exposed beside those perfectly hued eggs.
The day after I found one of the remaining two lying on the mulch below the nest, its little heart still beating. I lifted it ever so carefully to return it to the nest and as I did so it opened its little beak wider than you could think possible.
And now this morning, the whole wide world is reflected in those eyes.