Your lovely robin reminds me of when my first goat died with five kids still inside.
March 23 1983.
Terry buried her under a big oak in the back yard and later that afternoon I walked down to say my words over her and a lovely Robin was in the oak singing her heart out.
I sang ,like a lonly little robin waiting for it’s mate to return never more.
Molly—What beautiful color. How did you get the robin to stay while you took this picture? John
It was Robin was having a fun bath and not noticing me I used a quite long zoom lens as a braced myself against a tree to hold it steady (no tripod handy at that time)
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