I love robins. Yes, I read they are territorial little buggers but I love their cheekiness. I only ever see one (at a time) at the moment. If it’s the same one, he* has a routine which I find too cute to resist. He’s the main reason I started buying proper bird feed. He waits till he sees me by the kitchen window, and does this very delicate but showy fluttery approach to the birdbath just in front to get my attention. Then he keeps posing, tilting his head about as if to say, “Look how pretty I am - feed me”. So I go to the back door to get the seed tray out of the box outside and he comes really close, like a metre or so from me. Then I pop the food on the table and go back in to watch him through the glass. We have a lovely conversation every day.
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