SPENCER and the ROBIN

 “The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off - and they are nearly always doing it.” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

 Spencer snoozed in the sun. 

 Robin splashed in the bath.

 Robin splashed MORE.....

 Hmmmmmmm, thought sleepy Spencer. Starting to rain....I don't like rain. My paws get soggy. I don't like soggy paws.

 SPLISH!

 SPLASH!

 Hmmmmmmmm, thought Spencer. Doesn't look like rain...

 He stood up to flick  droplets off his ears. 

 Robin sat very still in the birdbath. Right behind Spencer. Very still indeed.

 Spencer straightened out his paws and dozed once more. Rain all gone, he mused.

 Splash! Splash! Splash!  Robin resumed his bath.

 Robin waited to see what Spencer would do. Spencer's eyes closed.Beams of light  bounced all round his golden fur.

 Droop. Droop. Thought Spencer. NO rain, he figured. Nice sun. Warm. Sleep now. Dozy Spencer.

 Robin finished his bath. It was fun splashing.Especially fun splashing Spencer.

 It was awfully quiet. Spencer woke up.He must have dreamed it was going to rain. His golden ears twitched in the sun. Robin flew off. Singing.

 “Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . (Spring Flight) ― Eileen Granfors

Photographs 2019