Sweet baby bird

The window was open. I heard the Robin fledgling start calling for its mother at 5:30. She just now showed up, four hours later. I went out to take a picture (the little darling trusts me) and offer it encouragement. I know I shouldn’t worry but I can’t help it. Where is mom? Did she forget she has a baby? The poor little mite is hungry! Get your self over here and feed it!

sat there all night, on the little fence by my Peony seedlings.