At one time we had a house full of family pets. We had a dog, two cats, three hermit crabs and dozens of fish. Now we have none. I wasn't terribly attached to the fish or the crabs, but it was difficult to lose Molly, our 17 year old dog, when she died six years ago. Shelley, our 16 year old calico cat, was hard, too, when we lost her 3 years ago. Most recently, our 21 year old cat Chester curled up, went to sleep and never woke up. I still think I hear him plodding up and down the stairs at night. I miss him. I miss all of them. We don't want to get any more pets. Not right now, anyway. Luckily, we have a yard full of wildlife to enjoy. In a shrub near the back porch we have Momma, the mother robin. The four tiny blue eggs in her nest just finished hatching yesterday. She gets upset if we get too close, but we can sneak a peak in the nest when she leaves to find a meal. In the overhang of the porch roof, a mother black bird is also raising a family. They're not in a ...