A robin built her nest outside my son’s window. It happened in a day, while he was at school. The shades were drawn and all was quiet.
She probably thought she was choosing a quiet safe location for her nest and potential babies.
I fear she’s like the unsuspecting home buyer who builds a house next to a lovely wooded lot and then learns that a strip mall is being built next door.
Worst part is that it is within easy reach of our cat, which could have disastrous consequences. Location is everything. I’m not sure what to do about this little drama unfolding on my window sill. Maybe if I take enough pictures of her she’ll get nervous and move on. I would like a shot of those lovely blue robin’s eggs first, though.