A Robin had built a nest on my bathroom window ledge.
I had watched for two season's these lovely little Robins grow and fly away. I was privileged enough to see the moment they actually flew off into the tall trees in our yard where the mother was not far behind.
Last year the nest on the window ledge was again holding two tiny bird's. The window ledge was under my clothes line, when I thought it was safe I tried to hang some clothes on the linel.
I must have scared the baby Robin, out of nowhere the mother diving towards me screeching a sound that was both upsetting and terrifying.
I knew right then I was in trouble, she was obviously distraught that I had scared the baby, maybe out of the nest when it wasn't ready to fly.
I was beside myself feeling terrible, I cried. I didn't mean to, I had watched these little guy's for week's and was loving them.
Anyway, the mother and the baby were in a nearby tree for a long time.
I think she forgave me, because this year they are back again. Two new babies, only not on the window ledge this time, but in a nearby shrub.
I still check on them occasionally, but now I keep my distance.