The time is coming when the fight starts between my husband and the robin.
The robin puts dry grass into our mailbox. My husband throws it back out. She puts it back in. He throws it out.
Finally she gets the message and nests somewhere else — usually next to our front exit. When the front light comes on, we hear loud squawking and fluttering.
Eventually, she raises her brood without disturbance.
- Astrid Phillips, Hammond