Sometime last month, a robin started building a nest above one of the birdhouses on the garage. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary -- we've had robins build nest on top of those birdhouses for years. But this particular robin decided to build her nest on top of a beehive, hung precariously above one of the birdhouses as a decoration...it looked shaky from the start and we tried to shoo her away, but she wouldn't hear of it and kept right on building it.
And then: tragedy struck.
The beehive tipped over -- the nest didn't fall off, but the babies fell out & they didn't make it. We found them on the ground before any critters wandering through the yard made off with them, and gave them a dignified burial in one of the flowerbeds. There was much sadness for Mrs. Robin in her time of loss.
Until today, when we saw her doing this:
Yeah, she's building another nest...on top of the tipped-over beehive. Which is still totally unstable (we left it there on purpose, to discourage her from trying again in that spot). Hundreds of trees in the yard -- hell, more birdhouses on the side of that very same garage! -- and she's back in the same spot. Dummy.