The Thing With Feathers

By this past Saturday I was feeling quite cooped up from my marathon-map-making-month and desperately needed to get out in the garden. (My garden was desperate for me, too, since I hadn't cleaned up from last fall...)

I was weeding and pruning away when I saw this Robin with a big fat worm in her mouth, perched on the fence:















Not so unusual for Connecticut in the springtime. But then I noticed where she was headed:















I'd been working less than 5 feet away from this Rhododendron and hadn't seen the nest. The mother Robin didn't squawk, or dive-bomb, or anything. I like to think she trusted me. And those babies sure were hungry:















Little things like this give me hope in this crazy world.