Robins and Button

You remember Button.  Button  loves to play with toys.  A little background information.  We have a nest of robins in the tree outside our bedroom window.  The robins have sat on those eggs in the heat, pouring rain and the curiosity of grandchildren.  Yesterday was the first day out of the nest for the babies.  Always a grand accomplishment if  there are no dogs or cats around.

I was reading of course, when I knew that it was to quiet around the house.  I called for Button but he didn't appear.  I went outside and found him playing in the backyard with a toy.  He was having so much fun chasing, pouncing and batting this toy back and forth in his paws.  On closer look I saw that the toy was moving on its own.  It was one of our baby robins.  The parents were flittering back and forth on the fence--very upset.  They couldn't stop this torture of their little one.

I was finally able to get the poor thing away from Butt and put it over the fence in the neighbors yard.  I turned around to find that dog playing with another baby robin and I grabbed that one and put him over the fence.  I didn't find any others.  After a few hours I went to look for them but didn't see them anywhere.  I can only hope that they found safety.  It certainly wasn't in our yard.