At first I thought he might be a little retarded. He spent a month attacking his own reflection, after all. But by the time two months had passed, I decided that our local robin just had a narcissistic personality disorder, wanting to procreate only with himself. Peck peck peck peck peck peck on our glass doors all day.
Then Acacia noticed the nest on top of one of our lights.
(Not much of a housekeeper this bird...)
Hmmm... Maybe he's a female, protecting her eggs, so I checked, and nada. But still, maybe he's a she, and she's a little bit intellectually challenged.
She was usually hopping on the ground when she attacked her reflection, so I tried hiding it from her by blocking the first 18" with chair cushions.
Silence.
For five minutes.
Then she jumped up on to the chair so she could see her reflection...
... and then she attacked that vicious threat to her empty nest.
(I think I'll wait until this is all over to clean the glass...)
Clearly, this was a bad idea. (Note she's an indiscriminate pooper.)
Then one day two weeks ago, our robin screeched and I knew there were eggs. Because that's how robins protect their eggs: They scream and let every creature within earshot know, "Get your fresh eggs here!"
Gorgeous!!
I removed the table below the nest to keep the neighborhood cats away, and we've gone out of our way not to use the dining room door too much, as it freaks out Miss Robin and her Baby Daddy, who, by the way, is back in the picture.
Yup. He sho' is!
See the nest? It's in a good spot.
So he/she turned out to be he and she, and they are taking turns protecting the territory and attacking our windows...
Three days ago I reached up and snuck another photo...
Two down, two to go!
