Look Who`s Back..

My Winter lodger has returned sporting his new waistcoat. If I go into the garden for any reason he appears like magic to see if I may be going to dig or move something... I remember when I was very young my Grandmother had a Robin in the garden that would come right into her kitchen, (which she called the Skullery) It would sit on the corner of a large marbel table she had and look for any crumbs that landed on the floor. She always had a roaring fire on in the kitchen and even in the Winter the door was often left slightly open...