Enjoying a bacon bun this morning at Patley Bridge, this little Robin just sat on the bush watching, I was only 2 foot away from the unafraid little pecky fella. Eventually when he realised that I wasn’t up for sharing my breakfast he disappeared into the bush Homer style.

by ofthenorth

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  4. Chubby little fellow looks like he’s used to munching a bit o’ bacon occasionally.

  5. I looked at the pictures before reading the comment and thought you were insinuating that you cooked the Robin and made a Robin bap.

  9. That borb expecting a bad winter or something?! I best buy an extra milk

  10. I got to the last picture before clicking on the post and wondered if you’d eaten him.

  11. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t even give him a little bit. Expect a visit from several ghosts soon.

  12. Nice one for the bonus bap content, that’s given me the arse to get up and sort a bacon butty out for myself now.

  15. Robins like to hang out around big mammals in the hopes that they turf up insects. Deer or pig rooting around, human gardener, all the same to the plucky Robin 😊

  16. When I was little, between the ages of 6 and 8, we had this little Robin Red Breast that I named ‘Mister Robin’ who came to visit us in our garden every morning.

    He/she would land in our garden and eat the worms when we first met him/her.

    We left cheese out for ‘Mister Robin’ after we’d noticed the poor thing during the winter. It was amazing to see how quickly the clever little thing clocked onto this!

    We eventually got to the point where it’d sit on our windowsill and peck at the glass if we didn’t bring any out for it after by 0710!

    It was like magical clockwork to me!

    We also managed to semi-tame/train ‘Mister Robin’ to a degree.

    We’d put little lumps of cheese in the palm of our hand and hold it flat out. It’d fly over, land in your hand and pick up or eat the cheese.

    I remember vividly, on more than one occasion, this beautiful little Robin landing on our fence when we were in the kitchen.

    I’d see it always excitedly ask Dad “Dad! Mister Robin’s on the fence! Can we feed him?”

    We’d go and get some cheese, break it up into little lumps and go feed ‘Mister Robin’.

    One of my favourite childhood memories. 🥲

    Edit: Re-read after posting, updated a few spelling errors & reformatted structure slightly.

  17. For a second there I thought you were drinking the worst pint of Guinness in existence

  20. I’ve found that robins tend to be the more confident birds

  22. Robins – this early – bonkers – get ready for a cold one.

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