Mee Outdoors Photography

I recently had fun somewhere along the Bassenthwaite parametre oberving this single robin.

He was loud, brazen and close enough to impart some knowledge about his appearance and habits.

I hadn’t realised before that robins have a fringe of grey surrounding their chracteristic red breast – which is more of an organge in my opinion, but nevermind.

Then there’s the mottling on the belly. Grey, to white, to grey, to orange.

This bird, as well, had two specks of white his head.

This got me thinking… and it sounds silly to say, but I thought for the first time that I’d easily be able to tell a group of robins apart, as it suddenly seemed obvious that they will all be distinctive in their own way.

While lightly stalking this fellow, I learnt more about the texture of a robin’s feathers.

The wings are what I expected: tight and waxy. But I was surprised just exactly how much of him appeared light and downy, including such a delciate tawny underside.

But my favourite discovery by far were his little white underarms.

And perhaps the fact he’s almost perfectly round in most of these pictures.

A perfect puff ball balanced on greyish-pink match stick legs.

While this was thoroughly enjoyable, I do definitely feel that I enjoyed our interaction far more than he did.

Though I do like to think he was midly amused by my fascination.