If anyone asks me what things I miss about England. One of the few things would be the garden robin.
Every where I lived, there was a garden robin following me around, keeping me company.
Even at work I had the company of the local robin.
It used to greet me, as soon as I got out of the car in the car park.
It knew that I had a packet of dried apricots in my pocket.
It would insist on some for breakfast, coffee break, lunch and going home time.
In the springtime, when it had babies, it wouldn't eat the piece of apricot, but would sit on my shoulder until I had bitten off 3 to 4 pieces of dried apricot for him. Then he would carefully line them up in his beak, and carry them off to his babies.
Since I have been in Crete, I knew there were robins around, but had never seen one in 5 years.
Until now.
This one must be living nearby. He has taken to following me as I work in the garden. I am delighted to see him, but I keep an eye out for the local cats as we work.
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