My Friend The Robin

When I was a gardener working in England many years ago, I had a friend, a robin. Whenever I was digging in the vegetable garden, I would stand an extra spade close to me and my little friend would come and sit on the handle, and whenever I turned over
the soil that had a worm in it, he would jump down and gobble it up then fly back up to the handle and wait for the next one. He was fat and had a big red breast and he stayed with me all that year. He was cool.

By John Neary