My new best friend

 

      When I'm out in the garden, pretending to maintain the jungle or digging worms for my next perch fishing expedition on the river or drain a new friend turns up to watch, criticise and help. I suppose that really Mr Robin is only being an opportunist and looking for worms to fill fill his belly and keep his strength up as the colder weather approaches.

      Whatever the reason I'm always pleased to see him, or her, and although the little bird keeps just out of range of the two Jack Russells it seems pretty fearless. It obviously thinks like a terrier and reckons that it is a big bird not a few grammes of feathers and bone.