Dedicated to Kiwilizzie

... because she is the person who introduced me to this spot where the South Island Robins live.

I called in there on my way to Christchurch. No birds arrived so I ate my biscuit, threw away the crumbs and was about to drive away when this wee chap landed on my door sill. He then lept on to my shoulder before he realised I was there. I got out of the car and he went in. Investigated everything - my bag, the empty biscuit packet, the crumbs on the floor, the back window, the seatbelts. He really didn't want to leave but he did keep flitting back to my door sill to check down inside the window groove for more crumbs. you will note that he did poop when he first arrived - on the outside of the sill fortunately.