The chick in the nest outside my window turns out to be a robin. At first he was just the tip of a beak that you could hardly see, but he’s actually quite big. Judging from the fight I witnessed this morning, he could have been a small black bird. I recognize twine from my garden in that nest. I know it’s mine because I watched (and sort of helped) a bird carry it away. I can’t stop looking out the window.