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What will the robin do then, poor thing?

The North wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?

He’ll sit in a barn,
To keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

So goes the children’s rhyme.

But there’s no barn here, and this poor robin has succumbed.

A dead robin

I actually took the photo in December, in an earlier cold snap. Kepler had found the bird already dead and was running around with it in his mouth.

Every day at the moment we see robins pecking about in the footprints on the drive, seeming to find food in those small areas of bare ground or thinner snow.

I put out some food for the birds in the one place we’ve seen them go which is at the same time (we thought) out of the reach of the dogs.

Our elastic-bodied Kepler somehow knocked the dish down, smashing it, and ate the lot.

I’ve now put some food in a more securely dog-proof place but the birds haven’t found it yet.

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