The Robin


You would have to go pretty far in this world to find a sweeter looking creature than the British Robin.

Unlike its larger American cousin, the British Robin is basically a tiny pingpong ball with feathers. But don’t be fooled by its fluffy exterior – beneath that red breast beats the heart of a lion. I have seen Robins divebomb both cats and rats to protect their nests, setting up a shrill alarm if their territory is threatened. I have seen them guard a feeder with their life, bullying the blue tits and sparrows off the seed until they have had their fill.

bird hand

This is not unusual at all… Robins are some of the friendliest birds around. So long as you are not another robin. Or a cat.

When it comes to humans, it would also seem the Robin knows no fear. They often trail me around the garden when I am digging or raking, perching on the edge of the wheelbarrow or on my pile of garden tools in hopes of an unearthed worm. I had one fly into my living room this past autumn… it perched on the sofa cushion and looked at me with open curiosity for a minute or so before flying back out the open window. Anyone who lives here will agree: Robins are notoriously sociable.

Not long ago, I noticed a mug of feed corn tucked into a corner of our garage. I didn’t think much of it at first, but then I noticed that about once a week, HH would poke his head in the door and ask, “Honey, do we have any more feed corn?”


“Whatcha got there? Food for me?”

Math was never my long suit, but it didn’t take long for things to start adding up. It would seem that HH has found himself a feathered friend, an affable little pal who meets him at the garage door every morning and evening. Apparently this little bromance started a few months ago. One morning while opening the garage to pull his car out, HH noticed the Robin perched in a tree watching him. HH, being sociable himself, trotted back into the house and grabbed a handful of corn, tossed it in the bird’s direction and didn’t think any more of it. Until he got home that night, and his little friend had returned, cocking his head and chirping hopefully.

Well, one does not begin feeding a Robin unless one wants to continue feeding it, and voila, the symbiosis was complete. HH has a friend for life.

I sometimes hear him talking to that little bird. It is at times like that when I don’t suppose I could love him more.

Mother Hen

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  1. Not that they would you understand, but I’m pretty sure if they had to, just one of our Canadian robins, could swallow about three of those little guys shown in your picture in about one bite. 😉

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  2. Nice! I have no idea which bird specie live there, I see the resemblance. the Robin is the state bird for Michigan, my home state. All they care about is food, much like our dog. Great post!!

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  3. I love the British robin, he is so adorable and like a wren. Our robin is too big and not as pretty. I have one porcelain British robin and a precious English book called, “Robin Finds Christmas.” It is sweet, since the end of the book has the bird by the baby Jesus. The bird is just like this precious photo, Dorreen.

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    • Thank you so much, Robin! Like you, they are little, cheeky, and gorgeous to boot! Your perfect namesakes… I am so glad you like them! I am a true fanatic. I adore the little things… They’re my favourite bird. Well, after chickens, of course. But that goes without saying! Dorreen


    • I was so surprised when that cheeky little bird came to visit! I hope it won’t be the last time. They’re so tiiny, I think I could even cope with a little bird poop as my price to pay. 🙂 After chickens, any bird poop looks small! Hahaha! Glad you liked my little birdie post! ❤

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    • *blush* I surely do, Cherity! I surely do… no complaints here at all. Glad you liked my cheeky little bird story! I am sure, given their nature, I shall have more to follow. I’m going to work on getting one to eat from my hand this spring. Looking forward to the challenge!

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