A robin built its nest in a twig wreath on my parent's porch.
There are four little blue eggs.
I think they look perfect...
Thinking about the robin, I am so glad that I do not have four little newborns each year (for a variety of reasons!) I do not think my heart would be able to say good-bye so many times. I cannot believe that six months of Ella's life have already flown by - I couldn't imagine having her fly the nest so soon. No wonder the mama robin gets so vigilant when we walk by her little ones!