We had a decent length walk, with a detour to the allotment for some much needed crop watering. 
I was blipless, so rather happy to come across this fledgling robin, hiding underneath the rhubarb.

Ist extra: Feed me now - these wings don't work.
2nd. extra: So if I'm a robin, when do I get a red breast and decent feathers?
Apologies for the robin overload, but it beats doing the mowing.