You’ve got
to love baby robins; even more so when they are being fed by attentive parents
in your own garden.
This little
one flicks about in my beech hedge as its mum and dad pick around my garden
fork for goodies. I have taken a proprietorial interest in it as I have become quite familiar with its dad.
I knew that
the male, which has been with us through the cold times, had found himself a
ladyfriend and that they were probably nesting nearby. Sadly none of my boxes have been used yet.
The parents
have developed that ragged look that new parents get.
