It has slowly dawned on us during February and March, that “our” robin is no longer with us.
It used to be that even before we set foot in the garden, he was waiting for us.
If ever I sat down to eat my breakfast without putting out the mealworms for him, then he would sit on the windowsill and look in at us.
If I still didn’t come out immediately with his food, he would jump up and down as if he was on a little pogo stick – that would do the trick, out I would go to feed him and all the other birds.
Everyone said how well trained he was – no, he had me well trained – mealworms for breakfast and never without sunflower seeds in my gardening clothes.
Weeding in the garden was always a delight, he was never more than a foot away, singing a beautiful song to me as I worked.
All the time waiting to see what juicy morsel I had turned over in the soil. Happy to have his photo taken with the camera just 3 inches away from him – as long as he was fed immediately!!
Sometimes I would hear and feel the fluttering of his wings before he landed on my shoulder to see if any food was on offer.
Out would come the sunflower seeds and he would land on my hand to be fed
Obviously greed overcame all fear of us humans.
Weeding the garden isn’t as much fun as it used to be, we were honoured to share his life with him for a short time. We now have 2 new robins but it isn’t quite the same any more.