It’s lovely light in South Devon today and there are Robins galore:
This one appears possessive over its stash of seeds.
The very bright white spot on the front of the breast is always a tricky thing to get properly exposed.
This one had cocked its tail and dropped its wings. It’s certainly very alert, perhaps even a little defiant.
What a shame it needs a booster cushion to get to the breakfast buffet:
In mainland Europe, Robins are skulking forest birds and rarely seen close-up. Here, in the UK, I’m glad they’ve become accustomed to us. They are one of the classic gateway drugs to hardcore nature appreciation.
And I’m hooked.