Robins are so common as a kid i thought of them as the "default" bird. Like every other bird was a special 'flavor' of bird, and the robin was just "bird". That said, they are delightful. I like how bold they are, that they don't fly off just because they've seen you. They wait until they're pretty sure you're coming their way and wait for you to get fairly close even, often preferring to walk out of your way rather than fly.

Hello from an American Robin. My name is Robin

I find it interesting that robins are associated with Christmas in Britain. Here in the US, cardinals show up in a lot of Christmas imagery. Or at least they used to. I don't see them much anymore, but they were a definite presence in cards, wrapping paper, and gift tags in my childhood.

One spring, a pair of baby robins showed up into our garden. At the moment, my wife was gently watering the garden with a hose... so it being very hot out that day, she created a gentle shower for them. Immediately they both turned to face her and looking up into the shower, started drinking the water while they did a bathing dance. This went on for days and days, dispersed across the late spring early summer. Finally they reached their 'teenage/early adult' age. They visited less frequently then were both gone, off on their own lives. The following year, they returned to nest.

The friend in your yarden is a male robin due to his black head and extremely red breast. The females have a gray head and more subdued red body. They switch to eating fruit over the winter when worms are unavailable :)

You should call him George. Hugging him, petting him, and squeezing him is optional.

Years ago I was watching a video about a Japanese person's first time in the U.S. The comments were full of people talking in Japanese about some exotic and stunning birds (thank you google translate) and I was really curious about what they could of possibly seen. Turn out it was robins and cardinals, which are basically everywhere. Equal parts let down and given a reminder of how where you are decides what counts as exotic.

Fun fact: "Red breasted robin" has been a common description of robins for hundreds of years, despite the fact that most robins have orange chests, not red. The reason is because that term is older than the English word "orange," so orange used to be considered a shade of red.

One of the rare American Robins to make it to England appeared in Mary Poppins and sang with Julie Andrews in the Spoon Full Of Sugar scene. Disney could not help themselves.

The American robin is the first bird you start hearing in the morning. They usually start about an hour before sunrise and chirp all the way until dark.

Five years ago, I found a baby robin on my daily dog walk. He was out in the open and there were crows all around. I sat an waited for mom for over an hour but didnt know what to do. Didnt know if I moved him, the mom would reject him or what. Because of the crow threat, I ended up taking him home, with the intention of being his surrogate.

As an American bird watcher, I approve of this episode ❤

Every time he says “Yarden” instead of “yard” or “garden” It makes me giggle. 😂❤

My dad placed earth worms he purchased on a slab under the robin's nest. Then he'd go in the house, sit and look out the window just like you do, Laurence. Within a minute or two, the show began. The robin would swoop down, pluck a worm, then take it to his/her babies. I loved to watch my dad watching the robins. ❤

As an dual-citizen who grew up in both countries, i cannot overemphasize how spot on these videos are.

My dad started a tradition of who would spot the first Robin to come back after the Winter which would mean that Spring wasn't too far away. Dad's gone but the tradition lives on and i look forward to it every year.

One time a robin got into the greenhouse where I worked and couldn't get himself out. He kept flying upwards but was confused by the clear panes of glass blocking him. We created a "trail" on the floor of raisins and dried cranberries and he gobbled them up, moving down the line, until he was out the door!

so, Im in Canada. I'm a wildlife photographer. I was visiting London specifically for photography; had a couple of cameras and several lenses with me. I'm serious about my birds lol. I was staying in a hostel in central London. one of the other women in my dorm room and I were talking about photography and wildlife and birds and such. she showed me a photo she had taken; her best, she was quite proud of it. It was a ROBIN, she announced. I looked at it, I squinted, I said 'very nice photo!!', all the while saying to myself, that's no robin lol, what is she on about. Well, I decided to google robins, yup turned out she had captured a lovely photo of a European Robin. Huh, I'm very glad i didnt to correct her. And I learned a thing or two about robins and humility.

My two favorite things about robins: the way they tilt their heads when they listen for worms, and how they're the first birds singing in the morning and the last ones singing before sunset.

The excitement at seeing a robin in your backyard is just too pure