Last night we had torrents.

The glaze over Mrs. Robin's eyes could have predicted it. She has been sitting on her eggs and when we went to cut the lawn she glared at us as though we were coming to gather the eggs to eat. { We come in peace, we tried to say.} Before the storm she was flying from pillar to post as if her calculations hadn't predicted such a fierceness of storm that was on the horizon. I wasn't very understanding of her dilemma until the rains came down. 5 minutes into our torrent and our corner was flooded. We have sewers, rightly placed and we are on an incline so it was some doing to flood the corner in 5 minutes. That was a lot of water. I haven't checked the nest this morning as to whether the eggs made it. I saw the glazed body of Mrs. Robin and she is still there, but the eggs might not have made it. If she was crazy yesterday because she knew this was coming, I can really identify with her pain.