This spring as I made trips to my work shed, I was greeted by momma Robin sitting on her nest. I am not sure if it's the same bird or not, but that particular tree crotch has had a Robins nest in it for a few years now. You can't miss it because it's right at eye level as you walk past. Well after peeking into the nest and seeing those (5) Robin-blue eggs a few times, I was pleasantly surprised to see they had hatched. Just around the corner of the shed a momma Eastern Phoebe has her nest in the elbow of the chimney pipe. Another hot spot for a few years now. Something in my head was telling me to get a photo of the Robin babies since I had taken a few images of momma incubating her eggs. Todays photo captures the face of one of the five baby Robins. Saturday, when I walked to my shed, I noticed momma was not at the nest, so I stepped over and looked in only to find it empty. A predator of some kind had raided the nest. The nest was undamaged, almost like whoever raided it was daring the Robins to try again in the same spot. Thirty feet away, another pair of Robins was busy carrying food to their nest, but their nest is 15 feet up in the tree. It makes me wonder if they knew to build close to the low nest, but higher up so the low nest would more likely to attract the attention of any predators like raccoons.