I’m enjoying them now and for the past month. It’s going to get bitter cold next week so they will go further south and be back in spring and then off they will go further north for the summer. They love the seeds of the red cedar and the chinaberry trees here on the creek. They come in with the other Wild birds at the feeders but they don’t eat but they love playing in the waters. To listen to them in the mornings, and the meadowlarks is pretty cool to say the least.
One of my favourite things about the Robin is that when you can hear them you can nearly always find them with your eyes/binoculars too. I still don’t always trust my ears. I also feel they have a different quieter song just for me (well humans generally!) - when I’m topping up the hedgehog food there’s one who quietly sings at me (& then spends the rest of the day hopping in and out of the feeding box to eat the hedgehog food!). Thank you. Every year I’m learning more 😊
A joy as always, repeat or not, because I’ve no doubt forgotten, and will (hopefully) remember another fact this time round. Also a pleasure for the recordings, that’s a lovely long robin one to greet my day, it’s a favourite with me because of that winter song, and a reminder of a night in a strange place marvelling at its accompaniment to my insomnia under the amber streetlights.
I wonder if I may have observed the trespassing robin recently. I thought that it seemed unusually furtive but assumed it was awareness of me, though they are not normally so wary. Maybe not.
This was a joy to listen to - I love that the cycle is beginning again. I have been delighted by the fierce and feisty Robin whose territory extends to the tree and bushes outside my kitchen window, I can see and hear him/her! through the glass when I’m washing up up from the thick branch low to the ground by the path, and high up in the tree when I’m taking out the rubbish. Such a wonderful accompaniment to winter ❄️
I'll never forgive the insanity of putting an American Robin in Mary Poppins. Never!
Still more forgivable than Dick Van Dyke’s cockney accent
I’m enjoying them now and for the past month. It’s going to get bitter cold next week so they will go further south and be back in spring and then off they will go further north for the summer. They love the seeds of the red cedar and the chinaberry trees here on the creek. They come in with the other Wild birds at the feeders but they don’t eat but they love playing in the waters. To listen to them in the mornings, and the meadowlarks is pretty cool to say the least.
One of my favourite things about the Robin is that when you can hear them you can nearly always find them with your eyes/binoculars too. I still don’t always trust my ears. I also feel they have a different quieter song just for me (well humans generally!) - when I’m topping up the hedgehog food there’s one who quietly sings at me (& then spends the rest of the day hopping in and out of the feeding box to eat the hedgehog food!). Thank you. Every year I’m learning more 😊
I love hearing the American Robin. I’m a bit too far south to hear them, but whenever I visit further up north I always hear them.
There still seem to be a lot of people who believe only male birds sings, I regularly hear people say this. Some things persist I guess!
A joy as always, repeat or not, because I’ve no doubt forgotten, and will (hopefully) remember another fact this time round. Also a pleasure for the recordings, that’s a lovely long robin one to greet my day, it’s a favourite with me because of that winter song, and a reminder of a night in a strange place marvelling at its accompaniment to my insomnia under the amber streetlights.
I wonder if I may have observed the trespassing robin recently. I thought that it seemed unusually furtive but assumed it was awareness of me, though they are not normally so wary. Maybe not.
Thanks, Charlie.
This was a joy to listen to - I love that the cycle is beginning again. I have been delighted by the fierce and feisty Robin whose territory extends to the tree and bushes outside my kitchen window, I can see and hear him/her! through the glass when I’m washing up up from the thick branch low to the ground by the path, and high up in the tree when I’m taking out the rubbish. Such a wonderful accompaniment to winter ❄️
This bird brings such joy in the dark winter months. As soon as the light comes on by the post box at 5.30 the Robin begins to sing. Joyful