Among humans possession is nine-tenths of the law, allegedly, but in the world of birds it mainly comes down to an equation between size and natural aggression. If the antagonist here had been a Blackbird or a Jackdaw, I doubt the Robin would have been able to hold the line, but against one of its own (following a brief mid-air fracas which I had no hope of capturing in the dim light of Holy Trinity churchyard) my hero(ine) emerged triumphant. I think it’s always worth remembering that Robins aren’t as cutesy-bunny as we often pretend they are.
My twenty minutes or so in the churchyard were very much the highlight of a day that was largely spent trying to reduce my urgent to-do list to a manageable length. Christmas is about to happen whether I like it or not, and I’m paddling madly to try to stay ahead of the wave. Ten days from now, though, we’ll be out the other side, and any task that hasn’t been crossed off the list by then can be joyfully abandoned for the next eleven and a half months.
R: L2, C2, D19.
