He doesn�t stay close because he likes me; he does it because he likes that I work the soil, which in turn makes worms surface occasionally. When that happens, he lands nearby and scolds me to move away, so he can claim his prize, or rather, meal.
What he still hasn�t realized is that most of the time I bury the worms back into the soil to keep them from being eaten. After all, they are good friends in the garden. (Sorry, Mr. Robin, that�s the way it is.) But once in awhile, one gets away from he and he snatches it up.
In any case, Mr. Robin and I hang around together all season long, and by the time he heads south in the fall, we�re buddies. Last year, one of his babies was so comfortable around me that it would jump on my finger when I approached it, much to Mr. Robin�s dismay.
Typically, robins live about 5 to 6 years, but they can live up to 14, sometimes longer, so it�s possible that the one in these images is the same one from last year and the year before. That would certainly explain why he�s so comfortable around me.
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| "Got grubs?" |
Whatever the reason, I�m happy that this adorable first sign of spring allows me the opportunity to snap many wonderful photos.
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| "Get to work! I need food!" |
Isn�t he a handsome dude?
He certainly has no problem posing for the camera.
I�m so happy you�re back, Mr. Robin. My garden just wouldn�t be the same without you.
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