I'm just back from a weekend away, up early in the morning to check out what the plants did while I was gone. An adult robin is chirping in a strange way, deep in the hungarian lilac bushes. I get closer to check it out, and hear another different chirp, but I can't tell where. The adult robin has a worm in her beak, and she seems to try to lead me away, flying over the fence out of my reach. Then I sense something near my feet. It's a young robin, about the size of an adult but with incompletely formed tail, and some feathers sticking out, frozen like a statue in the sorrel. I back away quickly.
So that's why that pair of robins has been grabbing worms constantly out of the garden and lawn for the past week or so!
I hope the young one makes it. I escort the neighbor cat out of the yard when I see him. He's old and slow, so I have hope.