... a robin.
Such was the title of an article I read this week (in The Times, if memory serves) - the gist was that if you took a moment to listen for bird song this week, the perpetrator would indeed be a robin. Every other songbird in the country has buggered off somewhere more pleasant. When the boy wonder and I were at a loose end this morning, after the Teletubbies video had finished, we trogged up the lawn to put some food on the shed roof for the birdies and did indeed catch the plaintive sounds of a local robin - this chap(ess) in fact:
I'm no bird photographer - it never struck me as a very rock and roll kind of activity - and this was the best I could do from some distance with a camcorder. But I was struck by the effort. It's all very well for Saquib and Gul next door to flit to India for six weeks at this time of year, as they're more than entitled to do, but they miss moments like this. The Boy wonder had a good view from his bedroom too!
30/12/05 @ 14:01