I have a new adolescent robin to watch out for.
He sits on my porch and makes the nesting call while looking around.
He is probably the son of my pet robin; if so, he was born last summer.
He might have been here through the winter, and he would have seen his father come to me for berries.
So he thinks of my porch as a safe place and here he sits while hunting.
He cocks his head to listen for food, but at the same time he makes the nesting call that comforts him even though he knows he can't go home.
Or should that be foster-grandmother?
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