Small yet fierce

Again today I am sure there were three robins. And I cannot tell them apart. And none were that friendly.

There was a lot of chasing and cross song-spitting.

I'd had a BAD day and when I went out later, with the fox food. I was yearning for some red-breast company. Garden Robin, who may want to be called Falco, seems to track my movements, and in the chill dusk, perched above me.

I have kept meaning to say that long-tailed tits have seemed ever-present this winter. They are adorable and hard to photograph. Their contact calls and warnings are sound-glitter.