..and very cheeky! I thought you might enjoy the story of a robin which features in this blog every now and then. (See yesterday's post)
Read here about how we think he became so tame....
An eye for the main chance..ie my breakfast.
Crumbs to entice him early one summer morning while I dashed inside for the camera. The light and the shadow were so beautiful..
He was so tame so quickly - we were amazed and delighted. It feels such a priviledge to have a wild bird trust you.
A bad hair day?
You wanted to get a soft towel and pat him dry!
Hardly recognizable as the sleek bird above.
Very patiently waiting for us to get up.
We don't know of course if the robin which comes now is the same one that Ross shared his breakfast with. I say 'he' most often but it is very hard to tell male and female apart. We do know that the male robin will feed the female of a pair (and not vice versa) and 'our' male is bolder than the female. There was a year when two were equally tame. Barry was feeding one from his hand at the back door and called me - but I was feeding one from my hand at the front door! They have brought their babies into the garden some years, so the current robin might be one of the offspring of the original one, though they can live 10 or 11 years....It would have been lovely to have ringed them, but it seemed wrong somehow.
The Life of The Robin (1965) by David Lack is our robin bible.
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