It’s another chilly morning today with a fine covering of frost over the loch and by the feeders. As I began stuffing peanut butter into the treecracks this morning, a very bold male robin landed a few feet away from me, puffed up his fiery orange red plumage and started his tuneful warbling. I am always suprised at how loud Robins can sing. As I walked back into the centre I could still hear the young male’s call ringing in my ears. Whatever their reputation, it’s always a real treat to hear them singing at such close quarters!
Take care and happy blogging,