Robin

One of the most enduring memories of my dad was spending time with him in the garden through all seasons. I especially remember him digging the vegetable patch in winter, with only a robin for company, aside from me. I was always fascinated how friendly they were, not at all as afraid as other birds, they were so keen to get a worm, they'd hop right up next to your foot risking losing their head from a looming spade! Dad loved birds and had various binoculars to watch them, he was also a member of the RSPB. I can't say I particularly shared this love, but since he's died I've noticed a robin in our garden has become friendly to us and regularly sits on the table outside our window to eat crumbs. It's almost as if it's dad coming to say hello and see how we are doing. It's very touching. I will try to get a photo of it soon.