Country diary: winning the trust of a friendly robin

Dartmoor, Devon: Though one of our most approachable birds, it has taken months to persuade this garden robin to eat out of my handIt landed with the lightest of pressure, toes thin as fuse wire splayed on my outstretched fingers. With eyes closed, one might have mistaken the weight for the touch of falling raindrops.There, on my upturned hand, a robin - my friendly garden robin. Dark pupils watched me as it tucked in to the seed mix on my palm, picking sunflower kernels from the pile one at a time. Continue reading...