While we enjoy our sundowners on the terrace at the back of the garden, with its views across the Sound of Mull, we put out a few grains of millet for the two semi-tame robins. For reasons we don't understand, they often turn up together. One, which has black legs, is slightly more daring than the pink-legged one on the wire.
But when it comes to feeding, it's all rivalry, with ruffled feathers....
...stand-off posturing, loud twittering, and the two chasing each other around the place. The frequent result is that neither gets any grain.
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