The parents went through an elaborate process of deciding whether or not to move in. One would flit above the gourd and chatter. Soon, twigs were filling the gourd and popping out the hole.
I can still hear the babies in the nearby bushes. They all talk to each other and stay quite close even though they are free to fly anywhere. They have it much better than the robin babies, who must hop on the ground and learn to get worms from the parents.
Speaking of robins-the window robin tried for a third sitting in the nest in the eyelash window. She had hubby add some mud and dried grass on top of the very old nest edges (I saw him do it). So now the nest is about 8 inches tall and the yearly layers are easy to see even from the ground.
But this nesting wasn't going to work. Mama robin sat and sat and sang her little off tune song. I can recognize her from her out of kilter song. I noticed that she was sitting for a very L O N G time. I looked from inside the house into her nest when she was off getting lunch. One egg.
Finally one day she was gone. The song is gone. I will hope for next year...