Day 18 - 8:10am, 18 January 2019
There are big improvements in the levels of light in the mornings. It is all but daylight when I take the photo this morning. There is a bus due and so rather than doubling back to my usual stop after taking the photo, I walk the few steps to the earlier bus stop. As I join the queue, a robin flies down o the pavement and hops backward and forward within touching distance of us.
I am mesmerised, as is the woman in front of me, whose head turns to watch it. For such a little bird, its front plumage packs some punch, both in terms of its richness and how far it extends over his body. This is no shy, retiring gentleman. If a robin could smile, then this little chap was grinning at us, confidently tilting his head from side to side, flirting with us. You might have expected him to feel vulnerable on the pavement and be seeking a swift exit to the relative safety of the woods along the river.
From this short encounter, I can see why people would want to believe that robins are a sign that our loved ones are near. I'd like to think it was my Grandpa, checking in on me and signalling his approval for my river photography. No doubt, the woman in front of me was reading her own story into it. But that's okay, the river and the robin can accommodate that.
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