mef13

By mef13

Robin's Day

Well, there we were again. The moment I started and made an effort to begin tidying up in the garden, this little fella came along. Not so much to lend a hand, but to seize the opportunity for any tasty morsels I might unearth.
These were in the shape of worms, of course.
Not that I can say that I am over fond of anything like that which resides in the garden. But my friendly robin is ready the moment I begin turning soil, sweeping leaves, or anything that moves the surface and is likely to expose the morsels.
My friendly robin today flew in to sit on the edge of my garden rubbish bag, and while you would scarcely call him tame, he certainly did not seem alarmed by my presence.
And I suppose, in a way, welcomed my close presence because I was the source for finding his next meal without the hassle of having to dig beneath the surface himself!

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