Whenever I’m out walking and I hear the beautiful song of a Robin I sing this wee song I made up in my head:

Come little Robin, come to me.

I hear your song and I long to see,

Your bright red breast, and that glint in your eye,

As you cock your head, when I whisper, ‘Hi.’

Nine times out of ten the Robin shows itself as if by magic 🙂 Here are some photos: