Having polished off yet another handful of Mealworms, along with it's mate, during which time it plucked about ten feathers from an innocent Great Tit who tried to grab a Mealworm from the dish (and let's face it, those little birds can't afford to lose feathers in this weather!) this Robin then bathed in the stream running along the back of my garden and then sat up on the favoured perch for a blow dry. I was dithering; the wind was so cold!
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