Little Frank

Not sure if I've mentioned before lately or not, but one of the little robins I was hand feeding as a baby made a very welcome return a few weeks back. Had a very upsetting thing happen with one of the others, the old lady next door brought one to me and am pretty sure it was Sage, and he was dead. She'd had him indoors for a few days, and he hadn't eaten anything at all. I couldn't quite get to the bottom of it, but I wish she'd asked me before he died, but won't go into that now.

Anyhow the cheerful news is that despite getting chased off by three others that have taken residence in various parts of the garden, this one has managed to fight off and returns daily now. In fact, he even flew up into the tree where one of the others (which I call "The Git") and perched with it today, so am thinking they are starting to pair up maybe.

Anyhow, because of the breast markings, am pretty sure it's Frank, so have been calling him that anyway. Wonder what happened to Pepper, best not to think about it I guess. When we had the freezing weather, there were five coming to feed, calling a temporary truce, but none of the others are at all tame.

Frank was coming to the front porch to feed, but now has been to the kitchen window, and also round the back door, anywhere he spots me actually! He normally flies off with his last worm when he's full in the direction of the hillside so I guess he's found another garden over that way as his territory. He still happily takes worms and suet pellets from my hand, which is so rewarding of course. He also has a habit of appearing out of nowhere and making me jump, and I've nearly trodden on him a couple of times too, but I don't think that will happen, he's too fast for that!

At last managed to get a few decent shots of him this morning anyway.