I thought it was a little late in the year for baby robin birds. But I guess I was wrong. The other day I let Cooper, our Italian greyhound, out in the backyard and a robin started dive bombing him. He was scared to death and wanted back into the house. Later on I found a dead baby robin bird in our yard. It seems mama bird must have still been trying to protect her baby. I'm not sure why it died. Perhaps Cooper got hold of it earlier in the day. I've seen him once before get hold of a bird and he tried to tear the wings off it. He played with it just like a squeaker. I think he's a hunter at heart. In fact, squeaker toys probably represent something quite similar to birds.
I thought having a dead baby bird in our backyard was kind of strange this time of year, so I went to the tree where we have a nest and where multiple birds were hatched earlier this spring and wouldn't you know it. It was packed full of new baby birds. Round two, here we come! I did not realize nests were recycled in the same year. I also found one bird that had escaped from the nest and was running around in our back yard. While picking weeds from my garden, this bird below thought I was going to feed it. And that's when it opened its beak to be fed. I could see mama bird sitting on the fence, with a worm, waiting for me to get the heck out of there. Here's a face only a mother could love.