We live in a beautiful world, but to see it at its best we have to get away from mankind’s influence. One of the best things that has happened in my life was a relocation to the acreage I now call home. The transition from the city meant saying goodbye to the memories of the birds that over the years had perched on my shoulders in my studio. With no real objective, I decided to forego the vet bills, the special diets and the maintenance requirements of captive cockatiels, and invest in the wildlife outside my doors. Table scraps, suet and seed have brought so much entertainment to within inches of my windows – day and night throughout each season – that I doubt I’ll live long enough to record all that I have witnessed. This robin fledgling is one such example. It was the last to leave the second-clutch nest that I had been monitoring, making it the tenth chick to leave a single home nurtured by one couple! I wish I could claim credit for the success, but instead I just sit back and enjoy the blessings of scenarios like this as a daily Godsend.