One Wild Winter – Handbags at dawn

two-robins-in-snowYou know it’s cold when two robins tolerate such close proximity under the bird table. They jerkily hop around each other with a wary eye. They remind me of two blokes in the pub who keep calling each other ‘mate,’ while squaring up for a fight. It ends, as such things so often do, with a quick spat in the neighbours garden before both parties withdraw to brood in the hedgerow.

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