A wee robin, waiting for worms - or moths!

I had posted the leaves on the steps, then in the afternoon went out into the garden, to do a bit of digging and tidying.

This wee robin became my best pal as it hopped around eating what I was turning up. It was about four feet from me when a moth fluttered under my hand as I reached for some weeds, and quick as a flash the robin darted over, grabbed the moth, and flew a couple of yards away to enjoy an unexpected delicacy!