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9th March 2009. Just back from the lumbar puncture and about to embark on a day of big head and stomach aches. Ended with him crashing out at around 5pm.
It's still snowing in NH and this lone Robin is standing in a snow shower, looking for food. This one has an odd white ring around the eyes.
Inquisitive Robin which let me get quite close to him/her whilst in the back garden. Seemed interested in what we were doing. Tried to coax this little bird to feed from my hand but he was too timid and eventually flew away.
Had a lovely day in the garden with my little friend today. Took a different approach using extension tubes with my zoom for some lovely macro shots. The feather detail is fantastic.
This little one doesn't mind the camera at all now and has been fluttering around my head and sitting on my knee today.
I'm so lucky.
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"Daddy, look its on my knee..." i turn around to see the robin happily sitting on Lily's knee begging for a sandwich, i couldnt quite tempt him back for a photo
Outside micks. I missed the heron on the pond but this is the upside of being armed that day. Nikon 70-300 if ED, photogene.
They call it a robin, but it's not a thrush. What they call a blackbird is more like our American robin.
A robin wanting to take a few shots of his mates for record. Cheeky little sod, making a mess of my lens!
This Robin was twittering away merrily beside the River Stour, Christchurch, Dorset.
SAL70300G @210mm; 1/250, f6.3, ISO 200
Dave the Robin lurks around Dylan Thomas' Boathouse cafe, looking for scraps and whatever he can find.
A Robin sat on a perch. The Robin is known as Britain’s favourite bird.
This bird followed us around the car park at the RSPB Arne nature reserve near to Poole in Dorset.
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So, Day Three and we're leaving Brecon (splendid B&B, see www.bridgecafe.co.uk - great place, great food and great hosts - what more can you want?) and heading off to Whitemead Forest Park (www.whitemead.co.uk) in the Forest of Dean, in Gloucestershire, via Symonds Yat Rock (where not much happened and we saw no Peregrines, just a Robin and a distant Buzzard I couldn't get well enough - but the ice cream was excellent) and RSPB Highnam Woods where we got great views of a Mr Great Spotted Woodpecker, among other things. So all in all a bit of a mixed bag road trip...
Photos of the visitors to my garden.
Description taken from Wikipedia.
The European Robin (Erithacus rubecula), most commonly known in Anglophone Europe simply as the Robin, is a small insectivorous passerine bird that was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae), but is now considered to be a chat. Around 12.5–14.0 cm (5.0–5.5 in) in length, the male and female are similar in colouration, with an orange breast and face lined with grey, brown upperparts and a whitish belly. It is found across Europe, east to Western Siberia and south to North Africa; it is sedentary in most of its range except the far north.
The term Robin is also applied to some birds in other families with red or orange breasts. These include the American Robin (Turdus migratorius), which is a thrush, and the Australian red robins of the genus Petroica, members of a family whose relationships are unclear.
When the red, red robin comes
Bob, bob bobbin' along, along,
There'll be no more sobbin' when
He starts throbbin' his old, sweet song.
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head;
Get up, get up, get out of bed.
Cheer up, cheer up - the sun is red.
Live, love, laugh and be happy.
What if I've been blue,
Now I'm walkin' through fields of flow'rs.
Rain may glisten, but
Still I listen for hours and hours.
I'm just a kid again,
Doin' what I did again,
Singin' a song
When the red, red robin comes
Bob, bob bobbin' along.