Robin's Nest

In my garden, six feet from where I sit when the sun is out and I'm enjoying a cup of tea, or a peaceful moment, there is a robin's nest in the sculpted hedge, a mere four feet from the ground.

When the red-breasted parent robins arrive with their offerings of tiny worms, the chicks go off like miniature high-speed fire-crackers, with a crackling burst of chirps, which swiftly declines as the parent departs.

My cat sleeps a mere yard or two from where the nest is housed.

I hope the tiny chicks make it.