A Robin seems to have adopted me. I started throwing bread out for the birds last week, the Sparrows and Grackles and Starlings all taking part in the buffet. One Robin joined in the feast too. The next morning when I opened the front door, he was standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at the front door. I have been feeding birds for many years but have never had the experience of a bird actually waiting for me so close. The next day as my husband and I were eating breakfast, I heard the calls of a bird, looked out our large garden window to find him in the tree outside the window, looking in at us. Rather startling I will say. My backyard may be empty when I open the door in the early morning, but immediately she appears, swooping in, cocking her head at me. It makes me laugh every time. She never comes too close, but certainly closer than any other birds that are eating.
Waiting on the railing of the front porch-no zoom lens necessary
Feathers on Friday