Tasty morsels
I spotted the chirpy robin again. This time he was flying towards me from the left with a long worm in his mouth. When he saw me he must have opened his beak in surprise (unless he was replying to my greeting) as the worm dropped into a puddle with a splash. He screeched to the ground just in front of me, the worm wriggling frantically to escape the pool and the predator. I bade him farewell, leaving him to his watery feast.
posted by Whispering Walls at 6:29 pm
2 Comments:
It sounds like the robin knows you by now, WW. I hope he enjoyed his feast and that the worm did not suffer too much.
brilliant commentary. better than Wimbledon - and no rain.
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