The trio of barn robins fledged today (clutch #2). H.W. went in to look at them, and said they were all side by side in the nest, looking out, but when he looked up at them, they all burst out of the nest and strewed about on the floor. He started to scoop them up and put them back in the nest (Uhoh, uhoh), when he got attacked from the air by the parents and beat a retreat. So they were out of the nest, and stayed out. Premature fledging? The rest of the day was full of low-flying overhead zooms from trees to roofs and back, with clumsy landings. The mother robin shrieked her head off all day, screaming concern or encouragement to the little ones. “OMG! The branch! The wind! People! Veer! No, not there! Ailerons, now! OMG! Not the roof! Don’t follow him! I can’t look! Augh! My heart!!!”, or that’s what it sounded like. We seem to have missed this day on the last batch.
The fledgers seemed ok. By sunset they had spread themselves pretty wide, judging from the changing source of the mother’s piercing narrative.