Theres an old light fixture attached to the back of my house, way up high, underneath the eaves, and every spring that Ive lived here, a robin has built a nest on top of the fixture, and every year I feel lucky that it is happening again.
In the morning, I go outside and look up and there she isthe robin, looking down at me.
Ive learned that if I hold myself very, very still, she will go about her business, flying out and back, gathering things, ignoring me.
You can see her beak and her tail...