My Special Robin

There is an old vicarage quite close to Green's Windmill and tucked under one of its crumbling outside walls is a recycling bin. We visit most days, sometimes to recycle but always to feed (bird seed and meal worms) 'my' little bird community, who live in the trees behind the wall. I have two robins, a great tit, a bluetit, a handful of long-tailed tits, a blackbird, a predatory squirrel and the occasional pigeon.

This little robin hops down from the wall when he sees me getting out of the car and then will sit on the wall about six inches away while I serve the food. I haven't yet managed to get him to perch on my hand, but it's only a matter of time.