I wait until they fly off for a few minutes.
I check out their work.
It’s been almost two weeks since Mama Robin laid the eggs. There’s a small hole in one of them! By the next day, three of the chicks have hatched. Their skin is pink and wrinkly. Their eyes are shut. They nestle up to the last egg.
I show my mom. She says that maybe the baby died because something wasn’t right with it. I feel awful. I wish I could have saved it. But Mom says that this is the way of nature. I bury him.
The last egg hatches and there are three pink chicks again.
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The day after that, I peek again. One, two chicks, and one egg. Where’s the third chick? I look around and find it on the wicker coach beneath the wreath. It’s not breathing.