Breakfast with the robins
Very nearly as big as his mother, a young robin - thrushy spotting on his breast - waits for his mother to bring him breakfast.
His face is appealing, like a little gnome amongst the leaves.
She came - or maybe it's dad, the head looks black - and he ate - but one worm clearly isn't enough. "Please, may I have another?"
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