Mr B's Pet Robin

Over the winter Mr B was very pleased with himself: he'd trained a robin to take fat pellets off his hand.

Let him think that.

In reality the robin had him trained like Pavlov's dogs - every time it landed on the fence and shouted, he raced out with fresh fat pellets for it.  It didn't come to him-----------he went to it.

I've tried sitting on the nearest fence post.  It's a cheeky robin.  It knows I can't walk along the top of the fence.   It stays just out of reach;  nice fat robin like that.  I can wait.  it will get cocky.  It will make a mistake.  I can wait.

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