Precocious Bird.

The first of this season’s new robins appeared on one of my bird tables today, just in time to catch the colder weather and rain that’s moved in (the temperature today is 11°C lower than it was this time last week.)

 

The fledglings usually arrive with their parents and are still asking to be fed, but not this little guy. He’s fully independent, feeding himself like an old hand, feisty with the other birds, and is even giving me the long stare that robins are wont to do. I hope he’s as good at watching out for sparrow hawks, though, because there’s one around.