Robin Redbreast

A trip out to the West End this morning. I bumped into a friend from church and he very kindly treated me to coffee and chat in one of the many cafes in Byres Road.

Then a walk in the Botanic Gardens armed with my little bag of peanuts for the squirrels ... not the pigeons who tend to descend in great flocks if they detect food of any sort. Six little squirrels appeared and ate their fill before the pigeons arrived to peck up the remains.

I was going to blip a squirrel but then this little robin came and sat on the rather rusty fence so I changed my blip plan rather quickly.  The squirrels are always there but the robin is not always so obliging.