If your photos haven’t appeared, in all likelihood it’s because of the backlog. (But keep sending them in!). These, for example, were sent on May 1 by reader Mark Sturtevant, and so the robins are already grown up. Mark’s notes are indented.
I do take bird pictures, when I can, and here I have a series of pictures that your readers might enjoy. We keep a wreath on our porch, and if the wife does not take it down in the Spring it almost always becomes a nesting site for an American robin (Turdus migratorius). She forgot last year, and well… the first photo shows what happened. I would encourage this complication every year, of course.
Last year was the first year with my camera, and I decided to document the growing family. I tried to keep the disturbances to a minimum. This next picture shows that the eggs were hatching. This was taken 11 days after the first picture.
Next, we see that they are all hatched by the next day. One can see that there is a difference in size among the chicks.
In the next picture, just 3 days later, one can appreciate that the rate of growth is incredible. The little one is still lagging behind, though.
And, just 3 days after that (!) they are definitely getting crowded in there. Where is the little one? Well, sadly I found it on the porch, no bigger than in the previous picture, and it was barely clinging to life. There was no chance it would survive with its siblings, and so I had to euthanize the poor thing. This is how it is for birds.
In the next two pictures we see a visit from mama. I do not know if both parents care for the chicks, but I never saw the male. Perhaps the readers could share what they know about parental care in this species.
Finally, we have a last look at the chicks. It was incredible how fast they grew! A day or two later, they were gone.
As a postscript, this season I was hoping for another nest and indeed one was being started on the wreath. I kept quiet about it, but the sharp-eyed Mrs. caught it early and took the wreath away. I think it is that robin who is now building her nest in our trumpet vines high off the ground, and well out of reach of interfering humans.