As I went about doing odds and ends I spotted a Robin.
Each time he gathered..... twigs, blades of wet grass and other natural homemaking bits of kit from the surface of my soaked sodden lawn and cracked uneven patio. Even diving under an old chair to claim more wood.
When he had enough he'd dart quickly back to the space he called Home. Namely a deep dark crack in one of the newly pruned Conifers.
It was sweet and humbling watching the industrious little fellow, no crying over cost or colours just a feisty wee thing making a nest for his family.
I need to make a grocery list now, then make a Cobbler, then 'do' mum, then re-arrange the bed, c then empty the trough under the leaking radiator, then iron clothes, then organise my recipe books...
I wonder how the Robin and I fare against each other in the race to make a decent home.
Weathers being beastly again.
