It has been a cold, gusty, wintry day. But somewhere there during mid-morning I heard a call from the past. I could had sworn it was the ‘chip-chip’ of a White-breasted Robin which is not entirely impossible as we had one visit the garden quite regularly a number of years ago whilst it was covered in trees and bushes like a mini woodland.
I focussed on the call. It was definitely coming from the back of the block but I wasn’t able to pin-point exactly where, or see the white and grey form of a robin.
Following a bit more research to back my thoughts on the call I heard, I am confident it is the White-breasted Robin visiting from the bushland at the top of the mountain. It is just being a little elusive. But I won’t add it to the list until I’ve had it visually confirmed.