Bird Watching

For the  third time in five years a momma Robin has built a nest in my carport.  Like the previous momma birds in previous years this one was not happy about our invading her space.  At least that is how she looks at it.  She has no clue who really owns that space. 

For weeks each time we opened the door to leave the house she would fly away in absolute disgust at having to leave those eggs.  I few minutes after we were out of sight she would make her way back to her spot.  The next time the door opened or a car pulled into the carport off she would fly.

Then a few days ago I began to see little beaks poking above the edge of the nest.  Those three little feathery friends have only one thing to do at this stage of their young lives; open their peaks and wait.  Mom is sure to bring them food.  And she does. 

Now, I admit that this is not the most exciting entertainment that I have experienced.  However, it is sort of fun to watch this little slice of nature working its magic.  How does that Robin know how to build that nest?  How does she know to sit on those eggs day after day until they hatch?  How does she know that they need to be fed?  How does she know what to feed them?  How does she know where to get the food?  How do they know to open their beaks and point them skyward?

Mother nature?  Instinct?  Luck?  Genetics? 

Not me.  When I watch this little, insignificant drama unfold day after day I see a tiny part of an amazing creation, the product of a Master Designer overseeing the smallest details of his world.