"Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
The pious bird with the scarlet breast,
Our little English Robin"
Our little English Robin"
~William Wordsworth~
These are just a few of the pretty little robins that have been cheering up my winter days with their colourful tummies and pretty songs. Robins will always be one of my favourite birds. Other birds come and go with the seasons but robins are old reliable, always putting in an appearance in our gardens, parks and along the streets.I love how they appear from out of bushes, then hop around, stopping to tilt their faces in that friendly way to get a good look at you before fluttering off to a nearby branch to charm and delight by singing their sweet tune...
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These are just a few of the pretty little robins that have been cheering up my winter days with their colourful tummies and pretty songs. Robins will always be one of my favourite birds. Other birds come and go with the seasons but robins are old reliable, always putting in an appearance in our gardens, parks and along the streets.I love how they appear from out of bushes, then hop around, stopping to tilt their faces in that friendly way to get a good look at you before fluttering off to a nearby branch to charm and delight by singing their sweet tune...
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