Preparing for a big opening.

The pair moved in a few weeks ago to the tree sheltered by an overhang. At first, the female was particularly jittery. Either that or I was particularly curious.

This is a part of the yard that needs regular watering. Early in the going, I dragged the hose along, irrigating the fuchsias and bamboos nearby. At some point, I peered in from a distance of about four feet, trying to see if there was indeed a robin in there.

She flew out with a loud shriek, scaring the heck out of me. I was afraid she would move away.

A week or so after, I decided to take another look, keeping a little farther away. This time, I could see her tail hanging out over the edge of the nest.

I suppose she has accepted my comings and goings with an annoyed patience. Now when I check, she is usually looking right back at me with little fear. Maybe even some defiance.