OKAY, DON'T TWEET ME!
Mr Killen and I had parted ways in Downhill Forest. I headed for the lake and he obviously did his brisk walk back to the car.
I even came prepared with food for the ducks and peanuts for the birds as I know that Robin has his territory at this particular spot.
Fed the ducks, well I TRIED to feed the ducks but they were as nervous as sheep in a lion's cage.
No amount of coaxing in my best duck voice would get the rotters to feed until I sat down so I decided to ignore them and concentrate on Robin.
Spread peanuts out on the bench beside me and just sat there letting Robin flit around me and get used to me before I went into motor drive with the camera.
It was blissfully quiet, the patch of sunshine I was sat in was lovely and warm and Robin kept landing on the bench beside me.
He had decided that for a human being I was ok, so when he landed beside me for a fourth time I had the camera ready.
Out of NO WHERE, I suddenly had a whole herd of thundering school children surrounding me looking for the next marker on their orienteering run.
Pouf, Robin gone.
The kids charged off, the dust settled and I tweeted and twittered to Robin to come back.
Once again he flew down, I had my finger poised and BLOODY HELL the stragglers huffed and puffed up to me.
I was very polite and didn't teach the stragglers any new rude words but that was it, Robin gave ME the finger and studiously ignored me from then on.
Sigh, the life of a photographer can be very frustrating at times!
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