Monday, 29 March 2010

chiffchaff revisited

I went out looking for a robin to photograph this morning, but the robins were being shy. This chiffchaff just happened to be in the way, though. Life, eh? -go out for a robin, come back with a chiffchaff.

That sounds vaguely smutty. I have obviously spent too much time among literary types....


  1. I've certainly not got an excuse now for not recognising a chiffchaff. No sign of our robin this morning either.

  2. It's a bit of a rubbish picture for indentificaion purposes, but then chiffchaffs are definitely Small Brown Jobs. The song is the safest way to tell for me at least.
    There's never a robin when you need one, is there?