Small colour tattoo of a robin with a red breast and tan wing in a simple black outline, on the inner wrist of a forearm.

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Robin tattoo on the inner wrist

Traditional · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A small robin is tattooed on the inner wrist, shown in profile with its wings and tail extended. The bird has a bold black outline, a solid red breast and a pale yellow-tan wing with light shading. The tattoo sits against plain pale skin, with a hand holding the wrist at the right and a sofa in soft focus behind.

Traditional Forearm Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost had come early that year, and the lane above Hollin Wood was white before the milk cart had passed. Dorothy Crane had been sent up with her father's dinner in a cloth, and she was already late when a robin began scolding from the hawthorn, its red breast bright against all that grey. It flew ahead when she walked on, perched on a low branch, and waited for her to catch up, then flew on again, until she stopped trying to make sense of it and simply followed.

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The bird led her off the cart track and between the beeches, down to a clearing where the snow was trodden and stained. Her father sat against a stump with his left hand wrapped in his coat, the axe lying useless in the drift beside him. He had caught the blade on a root and not wanted to say so. She tore her scarf into strips, bound the cut tight, and he called her a sensible girl in the voice he used for the horse. The robin sat on the axe handle the whole time, quite still, as if it had been asked to keep watch.

They came out of the wood at dusk, the bird keeping to the hedgerow beside them. At the gate it lifted off and settled on the post, then turned its head towards the trees as though it had a question. Her father watched it go. He said his own mother had kept the same rule: a robin that follows you home has business in the wood still, and you should leave it a crust.

Next morning Dorothy broke a heel of bread on the back step and scattered it on the frost. She stood back with her hands in her sleeves. The robin came down from the eaves, looked at her for a long moment, and then took the largest piece from the snow at her feet.