Yesterday I and the robin in the new allotment got to know each other a little better. I think he must live inside the shed, because twice now I've startled him when I opened it. Yesterday he sat scolding at me in the plum tree for a while afterwards.
I was admiring the new clean cavity where the weird fetid pond used to be, and there he was eyeing up the earth for worms and insects. I'd disturbed the earth quite considerably, so I expect there were plenty to be had. He was leaping and darting around, and every now and again he would pause to eye me up with his head on one side. I could see how curious he was. He could tell I wasn't food, but he just kept hopping nearer and nearer, evidently just wanting to understand what kind of creature I was. We sat for some time in a peaceful mutual silence, and I admired how the breeze ruffled the grey softness of his feathers.
I felt a bit silly when some fellow allotmenteers said hello, as it looked like I was just perched on a plant pot talking to myself. I suspect that there are plenty of people in my allotments who are partial to that kind of behaviour though, so perhaps they understood.
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