It is with a heavy heart that I have to tell you of the sad loss of my beloved pal mr robin.
It was a brief but meaningful friendship.
It is generally this time of year when there are chicks abound, that one inevitably gets the chop from a magpie or sparrow hawk. So I understand this is life, theres just something so desperately sad about finding the red feathers of a robin on that little lifeless body
I dont mind saying that I balled my eyes out whilst burying him in the flower bed.
rest in peace my sweet friend.