You’ve got to love baby robins; even more so when they are being fed by attentive parents in your own garden.
This little one flicks about in my beech hedge as its mum and dad pick around my garden fork for goodies. I have taken a proprietorial interest in it as I have become quite familiar with its dad.
I knew that the male, which has been with us through the cold times, had found himself a ladyfriend and that they were probably nesting nearby. Sadly none of my boxes have been used yet.
The parents have developed that ragged look that new parents get.