There can be hardly a day goes by without the cheerful sight of a Robin somewhere in the garden. If you cannot see one you can be sure one is watching somewhere. This time of year there are several Robins along the lane here and they spend a lot of time singing loudly to mark their territory and to attract a mate. Yesterday I was watching a Robin on top of the fence when up popped another. The newcomer had a seed in his beak. The first Robin then slowly went up to the new arrival and gently took the seed. I found out from a quick visit to the Robin information on Wild England that this is part of their courtship and that if she is happy with the gifts brought by the male then nest building will follow. I wonder if they will use my nest box? Fingers crossed.
Didn't get a photo as it was a very brief episode and I was fascinated just watching so here are some general shots taken over the past year.
The Blue Tit nest box has more moss in the bottom and at last more seems to be going in than is being taken out. What fussy birds they are.