Singing us early morning tunes.
We listen to their friendly spring time hellos.
Then we watch...
They bathe in the cool morning water in the bird bath.
They get reacquainted with our yard.
And then the magic...
On the ground; picking up pieces of grass, leaves and mulch.
In the air; flying with their treasures into a tree.
In the tree; working with passion and joy creating the perfect nest.
We are taken in.
We carefully sneak in for a peek.
Mama robin watches from a distance.
We leave little bowls of yarn, fabric scraps and dryer lint.
She carefully and very trustingly sweeps down and grabs a piece of yarn.
Back to the tree.
We continue to watch.
We wait in anticipation for those lovely little blue eggs and then...
The sound of baby robins, chirping quietly at first and then a little louder with each passing day.
We will keep watching from afar.
We are mesmerized.