Barn Robins

A baby robin had fallen out of its nest at the polo club. It was a poor, helpless little thing - still featherless and blind. We quickly scooped it up before it became the barn cats' dinner(!). My husband got a ladder and I gently placed it back in the nest - and I saw there were two other siblings, also featherless and blind. A few weeks later, my husband hears some chirping -- we both look up and see three little feathered faces looking at us. I almost wept with joy. (Yup, call me overly sensitive but I can't help it!).