|Woods Mill nature reserve|
I got the box out of the Captain's rucksack, which I was guarding, and crumbled up a bit of muffin in my hand. He came straight onto my palm, but only for a second. I didn't keep him waiting but threw down the crumbs. Sadly, as things are now, its not safe to trust the children of Adam too much. Paradise has not been restored yet.
I had forgotten what it felt like to have a robin on my hand - their cold pattering little feet. It was lovely, and took me right back - 15 years or more, to winter mornings at the bungalow when the Front Garden Robin would come straight to my hand for his breakfast, while I shivered in my jim jams at the front door.
Butterfly Report: We only saw four: 1 green veined White, 1 Orange Tip, and I can't remember the other two. Hopefully they will be accurately reported in the Captain's Log.
Butterfly Mike stopped by the Pond for a chat; and Dave and Maggie (exPlanetExpat) are coming over for lunch today.