In April I discovered my little follie of a nest had been taken over by a couple of American robins (Turdus migratorius). The original nest was a wire basket I'd made with a cue ball left over from the old studio billiard table. It's in a low boxwood, pruned to emulate a tree I remember from Dr. Seuss books my little brothers read.
Here is the journey in pictures. Starting with the first egg, then two and then four, back to two (not clear on what happened to missing eggs) continuing through just before they fledged the nest.
Photography has been an important part of my expression since high school.