I'm a real softie when it comes to animals--well, except spiders and wasps, those I kill without a second thought.
I never thought being an animal lover was a problem until I bought a summer house in Vermont. And now, I can't use my front door.
Over the winter, while the house was shut up tight, a robin moved in, building a nest in the front porch rafters. I returned two weeks ago to find the nest and one very perturbed Mama Robin. A couple of days later I discovered a smashed, bright blue egg shell on the porch and assumed some predator (racoon?) had enjoyed a midnight snack. But Mama continued to flap frantically at me every time I opened the door or, worse, walked by.
Sure enough, three days later I spotted two tiny beaks poking out over the top of the nest.
Soft heart in overdrive, worry set in. With Mama flying away every time I appeared, even at the front window, would the nestlings die? Freeze at night when the Vermont temps drop into the 40s? Could I bear to have them die?
No, I couldn't. I promptly named them--Simon and Schuster--and shut the door. For now, it remains closed, the mud room off limits, and both the dog and I use only the back door in my office--the one down a set of stairs and clear the other side of the house--while Mama Robin happily feed her babies worms and other disgusting tidbits I can't (and don't wish to) identify.
Any one have any idea who long it takes baby robins to leave the nest? I'd really like to use my front door again before I leave for the winter.