It seems odd to look down at you.
After hours of waiting you’ve finally come through, and now you’re calling the rest of the flock, letting them know what you’ve got.
“Biscuits,” you yell, “bananas too,” as your buddies get stuck in to filling their bellies with fuel.
Layer upon layer of spotted winter feathers, the uppermost an iridescent green cloak. You fascinate me in murmurations but you’re still the bully boys of my garden.
The robin waits, flitting from ground to tree to shrub to fence, waiting for you and your crew. Hopping and hoping for crumbs.
Do feed the birds this winter – especially during a hard frost or snow. The RSPB have some great advice about helping birds.