There’s been at least one youth hanging out in our back garden for the last few days. I’m amazed these feisty but fragile-looking bundles of fluff survived last week’s storm. Or perhaps they didn’t and there is a fresh batch of robin fledglings coming to the garden every day. Either way, these young ones already have that look of speculative interest, as the adults do, and more than a touch of attitude. I see an appraising eye on me from the crab apple tree. Okay, okay, give me a break – I’ll refill the feeder!
