Lately I seem to be a magnet for baby birds. I go outside to pull some weeds and tidy up the yard for my July 4th picnic tomorrow and next thing I know a fledgling robin is cheep cheep cheeping in front of me. So, I ran and grabbed my camera of course.
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The lighting wasn’t great and there was little time to set up as he was hopping along, still unable to fly. Right after I shot that last photo he ran into the hostas.
The parents were in nearby trees chirping and trying to coax him out. Or maybe all that chirping meant danger, stay put! I went inside so he would come out of hiding and go back to learning how to be a robin. Good excuse for me to get out of the heat.
