Pals again.

Hud is paying a lot of attention to me today. His fledglings must have departed for pastures new. If so, why is he holding that worm in his mouth instead of just gobbling it down. Maybe he brought it to me as a peace offering?
Mind you, robins can have two or three clutches in a season so perhaps there are another pair of hungry beggars demanding his services. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get home. I think he wants me to go for a pint with him. God knows I could do with one, and I'd say he would be good company. He can sing a bit, a touch raucous, but I like that stuff.
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