For the last couple of weeks, I have enjoyed watching a juvenile robin in our garden. It started of wonderfully dappled, with only the merest hint of a red breast—an absolutely stunning bird. As time progressed, it has become redder, losing some of its dappling. If I didn't know better, I would swear it was a new species of bird: some sort of flycatcher, perhaps.
This afternoon, I spent a couple of hours digging up most of the plants from one of our overgrown rockeries, in order to replace them with more (hopefully) low-maintenance lavender. After a short while, I was joined by a new friend:
I couldn't believe how tame it was. Several times, it came within two feet of me, hunting for small caterpillars, worms, and other creepy-crawlies that I had disturbed with my digging. Sometimes, it came too close for me even to focus my camera.
I am delighted with the photos I managed to get. Unlike the local swallows, our robin doesn't seem at all camera-shy.