The last Robin egg hatched last night.
Four healthy, hideous babies.
I know, soon they will be adorable, but right now? Oy.
Weirdly, i can stuff my head and hand in their shrub without drama. But, God FORBID the dogs are with me. All Robin hell breaks lose, and I get yelled at and swooped!
How is this MY fault?! Dive bomb the dogs, you crazy birds!
I removed the broken shells on the ground under the nest. No reason to encourage jerk possums and raccoons. Fingers crossed for the wee Robins.