On Saturday one of our baby robins returned and spent the day sitting in the olive tree being fed by his hard working mother. It would appear none of us were quite ready to say goodbye.
Early that morning Agnes and I caught a wily fox trying to sneak into our garden. Walking along the top of the wall, he’d made it to the corner and was sandwiched between two fences. he may have come for the dog or for the robins, but it hadn’t taken long for the word to get out.
On Sunday we heard a strange kerfuffle between several magpies and suspected the baby robins may have been attacked.
Luckily I didn’t see anything so remain in complete denial and can imagine the little robin family have happily decamped to another home.
We didn’t see any more robins on Sunday.