Wednesday, 22 September 2010

I'm alone for two weeks in France looking after the house here.
Yesterday a robin got caught in the porch. I tried for a while to herd him out. Then I looked at him and promised not to hurt him. I think it must have been out of shock that he let me pick him up after that. And then outside, he sat there, in a trance maybe. Go on! Get off my finger! And he went.

Above is a doodle of Johanne's cat Molly and a proper drawing of a house in a town near here called Rohan.

1 comment:

Chris said...

No way! Sounds like an awesome Robin. maybe Peter always feeds it or something.
Nice house.