Last January (2008), a bird-ringer visited my garden and ringed several birds. One of which was a robin and, I believe, was my regular robin that my grandson and I named "Mr. Chips". I've had two robins visiting recently, one of which keeps me company in the garden - albeit from a distance and the minute I move, he's off. Today was different.
I've been gardening all day - I ache all over - but I got a lot done and enjoyed it. And I had company. Now today's robin was ringed; he also kept very close to me (sometimes he was only a couple of feet away and not at all concerned if I moved). I used to talk to Mr. Chips (OK so I'm a little crazy) so today I started to talk to the robin - he, like Mr. Chips wasn't at all fazed by this and just carried on his search for worms. So - I've concluded that it probably IS Mr. Chips.
My second robin appeared not long after I came inside - s/he wasn't ringed so I know I have at least two in the garden.
Whether or not he's Mr. Chips - he was a great companion to have whilst I worked. I'm now going to collapse to recover whilst you enjoy (I hope) some pictures of my gardening assistant.
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