It was only a few weeks ago that the baby robins were pushed from the nest and encouraged to spread their wings. From a little research I learned that the father feeds his young for two weeks after they leave the nest and then it appears that tough love sets in as this fluffy chick had to fend for himself.
He waited so patiently for that fly by meal, little beak hanging open in all directions. It was almost as though he had been told to sit tight and wait, and that he did until grumpiness and boredom set in.
I think he could hear my camera shutter beeping as he kept cocking his head and looking at me as though I might have an answer to his dilemma.
Maybe a little camera shy, or vain, he did his best to spruce up those downy feathers.
As time ticked by, at least a half hour past his expected supper hour he lost hope and hopped off into the garden to peck for some insects.
This could become lonely, so time to move on and find a mate.