Fatman and Robin

I think the robin chicks have hatched.

There is a constant flow of grubs and worms and the such going in to the ivy, and the robins are very protective. One of them followed and watched me from various vantage points as I moved around the garden.

At one point I got a bit too close to the nest and whilst one sat on the window ledge about 1 metre away from me, leant forward and, in so much as a robin can, gave me the stare, the other swooped past me.

It worked. I was scared off.