The Robin.

On the wall just outside our Living room window, my Daughter Meghan put a plastic container and filled it with bird seeds.

Then every day a robin came and quickly ate breakfast. It was lovely to watch nature SO close up. I would take photos from the sofa where I sat, so as not to disturbed him, and video him too. Then I would send it by WhatsApp to Meghan many miles away at university.

The magpies, that came and ate after, look massive in comparison to the little delicate robin.

It was interesting to watch both species of the birds, there were often two magpies, usually together, all of them had their wits about them, the magpies gobbling the seeds very quickly, looking around after each mouthful, the sweet little robin with a smaller beak, would eat a seed, look around, eat a seed, look up, eat a seed, jump to the other side of the container, then off!

So, why were these lovely birds so jumpy? Because we have four cats! The clever birds only came down to the container when they knew all four of our cats were inside, that’s when I would see them.

The robin didn’t miss a day, the magpies I didn’t see them daily. It never ceased to amaze me to see them, but it was the lovely little robin which is my favourite bird, that I loved to see the most.     

Then one month ago, I didn’t see the robin! It did concern me, I told Paul my Husband and Meghan, but he said, “Now it is warmer, there are other places for him to eat, so he doesn’t need to eat here.” That logic made sense to me. Meghan would ask about the cute little robin, but although I looked for him daily, I didn’t see him again. The magpies still come and eat periodically, and they still looked huge! I video them once or twice and sent it to Meghan, otherwise I didn’t video, I just looked and appreciated them.

This morning after I’d swept the living room floor I mopped it and soon after one of our cats came in from outside, I call him Hotel, Paul calls him Fat Bloke, he laid on the floor just in front of me as I sat on the sofa and rolled about on his back and then his sides a bit, loving the fresh scent of the cleaning smell, then while still on his back, he cleaned his fat round face, it was then I wondered, what has he eat over the years? Yes, he loves his milk every morning, and it has to be blue top, any other colour and he will turn his nose up at it and walk away!

Over the years our cats have brought home pigeon, mice voles and birds. So, looking down at Fat Bloke, I had to wonder, did one of our cats eat the robin?  

Methinks, yes.