Earlier this year, a couple of robins – who usually wouldn’t go anywhere near each other – decided to set up home together and raise a family in a bird box in my garden.
It was a rather attractive abode, hand-made by Simon and painted a duck blue by myself. Last year, great tits lived in a different nest box in Cosy Garden but this was the first time The Blue Cottage would come into use.
I noticed one, if not two, of the robins every day it seemed. They were very busy, flying, eating from the feeder, perching on a garden table, surveying their territory.
And then one day, silence.
I didn’t notice right away. I assumed they must have been doing their business when I was out at work or somewhere else. Also I expected the mother to be sitting on the eggs so I didn’t expect to see her.
I continued to avoid the top part of the garden so I wouldn’t distract the pair.
The days went into a week and then another week passed by. Perhaps the eggs had hatched and the chicks had flown when I wasn’t around?
Eventually, I gave a little peek. Something I avoid doing as new and expectant mums hate being disturbed.
But there was no one there except five tiny eggs.
So what happened? To this day, the robins have not returned. Possible explanations I have heard were the adults were ‘killed by a cat or car’ or ‘the eggs were never going to hatch, they weren’t fertilised in the first place. So they left’.
I hope the robins weren’t killed, hopefully this time it just didn’t work and they will be back with more eggs and a successful outcome.