21 December 2008
I was determined to have a robin post before Christmas. We knew that we might find one at the allotment and we discussed whether we might tempt them with a worm reward, but how could I sacrifice my backyard wriggly wrigglers when they have been so good to me? So we went down to the plot, turned over some soil and left a spade for them to come and pose, all part of a robin's job description as any gardener will know.
There were hundreds of magpies and pigeons but not a robin in site. It was getting cold, so we packed up and started back.
Then we heard him, up in a tree.
Singing his head off.
You might even be able to hear him on this.(No idea how to get this to turn the right way up),
It's amazing how such a little thing can make you so happy.