Robin
Streetlight philosopher, dodgy Geiger counter
Even in the depths of winter, the robin sings, which may have gone a long way to securing its enduring popularity in Britain.
Our resident species tend to dial down their territorial energies during the colder months, and focus on survival. Robins however keep winter territories, and both males and females sing to defend them.
The song is sharp and wistful-sounding, philosophical perhaps.
The phrases tend to trail off, rather than ending definitively. It’s as though they are thinking aloud - not quite sure what will come out next; undecided whether they’re finished. If you read an essay by a robin you would find semi-colons.
The widespread, year-round vocals make it easy to get to know through sheer repetition. Its habit of singing in the wee hours, by the glow of an orange street lamp, adds another dimension to its familiarity. How many early morning walks-of-shame have been soundtracked by this bird?
The ‘ticking’ alarm call is rather similar to the wren’s. It’s given during the robin’s frequent border disputes, and in response to roving cats and other perils.
It has something of the Geiger counter, perhaps one with a loose connection.
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~ Charlie