This is just a fleeting visit.
We've had a wondrously snowy weekend and spent a lot of time outdoors with Joe building snowmen, making footprints and taking so many photos I don't even know where to begin. Which brings me neatly to today's post.
I've always, always wanted to get a decent photo of a robin. But they're very quick and always fly off before I'm ready. I don't own a zoom lens. So, until yesterday, I was resigned to the fact that it just wasn't meant to be.
We were crunching and creaking down a snowy lane and I was hanging back and photographing the catkins when this little birdy approached me and came very close indeed. At one point he was hovering next to the camera; the rest of the time he can't have been further than a foot away from the lens. In fact he seemed to be following me for quite a while. I took as many pictures as I possibly could (these are just a few).
I know that robins can be quite territorial so maybe he was letting me know who was in charge of that particular patch.
I also know my mum loved robins and wondered whether it was a little whisper that she was around. I don't hold many beliefs relating to that kind of thing, but there have been one or two unusual occurrences of late which have made me wonder. I know counsellors refer to this is the 'bargaining' part of bereavement: casting about for any sign that it's not the end. I remain open to most theories but if something gives you a bit of comfort and hope when you need it, then that's no bad thing.
I came away feeling so excited that I'd got so near to this little bird, and it was him who'd picked me out. I've never seen a robin in such close proximity before and it was a lovely experience.
I hope you're enjoying the weekend and that you're lucky enough to have some snow - it really does make everything seem magical.