My Little Friend

I am sorry for the late addition of the narrative for this entry. I was bereft of a shot and once again hear my little resident robin singing his beautiful melody. He seems content sheltered in the lea of the wind watching all around over the field at the back of the house. It is almost as if he feels he is king of all he surveys.

He sat and sang for a while, the finches darted about raiding the feeder in the garden along the lane, their aerobatic histrionics ignored by my sensible robin friend.

I hope you enjoy seeing him as much as I enjoy hearing his chirpy melody and hope he is safe from the weather that has returned to batter our peacful place once gain