From the Worktable: The Robin

He turned up while I was digging.

Stayed most of the afternoon. In and out of wherever I was working.
Tayberry. Spade handle. Straight down into the soil the second it moved.

Not bothered by me. Close enough to sit and watch.
I sat down on the bricks for a minute and he stayed. Just looked straight at me like he was working something out.

Bit on the slim side. Not struggling. Just… not filled out.
Bold though. Knows what he’s doing.

Keeps to the same patch under the apple tree. Shaded, tucked in.
Slim Jim comes back to it.

I’ve ordered mealworms.

No photo. He didn’t stay still long enough.