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The Robin is a year round resident in the UK, but a small minority of female Robins migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Both the male and female feature similar plumage, both with the distinctive red breast. The male bird is extremely territorial and will aggressively defend his territory, attacking any similar sized birds that try to muscle in on their patch.
The adult European robin is 12cm long and weighs between 15 to 22 g with a wingspan of 20–22 cm . The male and female bear similar plumage; an orange breast and face lined by a bluish grey on the sides of the neck and chest. The upperparts are brownish, or olive-tinged in British birds, and the belly whitish, while the legs and feet are brown. The bill and eyes are black. Juveniles are a spotted brown and white in colouration, with patches of orange gradually appearing. Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behaviour. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. There are instances of robins attacking their own reflection. Territorial disputes sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas
The Robin is a year round resident in the UK, but a small minority of female Robins migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Both the male and female feature similar plumage, both with the distinctive red breast. The male bird is extremely territorial and will aggressively defend his territory, attacking any similar sized birds that try to muscle in on their patch.
The adult European robin is 12cm long and weighs between 15 to 22 g with a wingspan of 20–22 cm . The male and female bear similar plumage; an orange breast and face lined by a bluish grey on the sides of the neck and chest. The upperparts are brownish, or olive-tinged in British birds, and the belly whitish, while the legs and feet are brown. The bill and eyes are black. Juveniles are a spotted brown and white in colouration, with patches of orange gradually appearing. Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behaviour. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. There are instances of robins attacking their own reflection. Territorial disputes sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas
The Robin is a year round resident in the UK, but a small minority of female Robins migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Both the male and female feature similar plumage, both with the distinctive red breast. The male bird is extremely territorial and will aggressively defend his territory, attacking any similar sized birds that try to muscle in on their patch.
The adult European robin is 12cm long and weighs between 15 to 22 g with a wingspan of 20–22 cm . The male and female bear similar plumage; an orange breast and face lined by a bluish grey on the sides of the neck and chest. The upperparts are brownish, or olive-tinged in British birds, and the belly whitish, while the legs and feet are brown. The bill and eyes are black. Juveniles are a spotted brown and white in colouration, with patches of orange gradually appearing. Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behaviour. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. There are instances of robins attacking their own reflection. Territorial disputes sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas
forbidden fruits, all things that glitter, and a pretty girl are mans downfall.
fools gold and a T girls are just as bad!
Feminine charms are such a hoot to master a little provocation, a hint of seduction the sweet girl next door turned into a sexy miss..would you as Adam resist such temptation?
Just have to make do with old bird ;-)
Fitzroy's lanes never cease to deliver, when I flaneur through them.
This is the cover image from my self published book, "What's the ugliest part of your body". You can purchase it via the MPC website or from the NGV Art Book Fair.
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Baby Guerrilla is the artist, perhaps, is an anonymous Australian street artist known for her massive, hand-drawn paste-ups. A graduate of the Victorian College of the Arts, she creates her work to liberate art from traditional gallery spaces and make it accessible to the public. Her figures are often depicted floating, falling, or suspended in mid-air, interacting directly with the architecture of the buildings they are placed on.
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore.
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Wandering the streets around my neighbourhood keeps turning up small, unexpected gems.
I’m pulled to the places where nature presses up against the city, sometimes sharing the space, sometimes taking it back entirely. And always, the slow, creep of decay.
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Victim blaming is any response that explicitly states or implies that the victim is to blame for the abuse they have experienced: victim blaming often revolves around actions that a victim could have taken, or not taken, to avoid experiencing abuse. My observations made it clear that victim blaming also makes part of the blackmail system, using chemical products. Psychology is also an important tool in the submission apparatus:
Severe personality problems find *camouflage.* No one thinks "I'm a sadist" or "I'm a malignant narcissist."
They find a belief system/social group that validates their most hateful, destructive impulses & construes them as virtues.
The most toxic and hateful people in the world are 100% convinced they fight for what is true and right.
For colleagues looking for more theoretical explanation, the psychological processes are splitting, projection & projective identification. Splitting means not recognizing one's own capacity for hate, cruelty, and destructiveness. The person is blind to the bad in themselves.
Instead, they project the badness onto some designated other. And this other person, via the defense of projection, is now seen as the repository of all that is bad and evil and necessary to destroy. That's the projection.
The person now feels fully justified in unleashing
their viciousness and hate on the other person, who is now seen (via projection) as someone monstrous who must be destroyed. If the person who is projected on responds to the provocation with anger, this is now seen as further confirmation of how hateful and destructive they are (this is what is called is "projective identification.") The end result is that the person can deny their own sadism, cruelty, and hate—while simultaneously acting it out without restraint. And feel themselves to be 100% on the side of truth and right as they do it.(Prof Jonathan Shedler)
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When I made this picture the West Gate Tunnel had yet to open,
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore.
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THE TRUTH ALWAYS COMES OUT.
I created this image to represent a simple and unavoidable idea: sooner or later, truth rises to the surface.
Even when someone tries to bury it, darken it, distort it, or keep it hidden, truth always finds a way through.
In this scene, the dark glass becomes a metaphor for a mind filled with omissions, silence and lies — yet something inside still moves, emerges, ignites, and breaks the surface. It is that precise moment when what was hidden becomes visible, and pretending is no longer possible.
I am creating a series of images inspired by proverbs because proverbs are the moral memory of humanity: in just a few words they contain experience, wounds, justice, irony, and survival.
I chose to create them digitally with Artificial Intelligence not because this technology can replace photography or “pure” art, but because I want to use a new tool without becoming its servant.
I want to bend the instrument to my own language — turning it into poetic provocation and visual protest.
Before the virtual becomes a weapon against human beings, I use it to remind human beings who they are.
And above all, to remind that truth — even when buried — always comes out.
In the boat basin where we keep the pontoon boat we often see turtles basking just below the surface.
This is a map turtle just chillin' in the afternoon sun.
No ipod, I guess they aren't water proof.
Graptemys geographica
Seen up close, the fine light lines on the carapace of the Northern Map Turtle (Graptemys geographica) look like contour lines on a topographic map. But more likely, your view of this species will be brief and distant, since it is extremely wary and will dive at the slightest provocation.
Females are much larger than males and have powerful jaws that they use to crush molluscs with. The smaller males eat mostly aquatic insect larvae.
Female northern map turtles may take more than 10 years to reach maturity.
sources - Ontario Nature, Royal Ontario Museum
During the 2025 Ballarat International Photo Biennial. I stumbled on this gallery wall. Is it ironic I'm making an empty gallery wall art; or is that, attempting to make art?
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore.
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This part of the west, once a dirt back road, now a major thoroughfare was a popular spot for dumping and torching cars, one can safely assume they were stolen too.
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore; and why.
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Piratical Destiny: A man wearing heavy eye makeup and a buccaneer hat sits at a decorated table, intent on reading a deck of cards. My immediate reaction upon seeing a fortune teller dressed up like a Pirate of the Caribbean was a candid laugh. How can anyone take seriously someone who hides their total lack of credibility behind a street-fair costume? The deception is so massive that it becomes both ridiculous and metaphorical... Yet, the world is full of these overhyped characters who, convinced they are great and fearsome privateers capable of steering other people's courses and deciding their destinies in the dark, fail to realize they are just caricatures. And when the trick fades and the performance ends, the entire castle of illusions could very well crumble. This text ironizes solely on the photographed subject and the metaphor it represents. It takes nothing away from the wonderful Wine Heart of Levigliani festival, a masterfully organized event that deserves nothing but praise
A scene packed with competing lines and structures; concrete tiers overhead, the green Veloway running like a drawn stroke across the frame, and an Opal truck slipping through the mid‑ground as a fleeting accent.
The foreground curves and textures of a BMX track push forward while the overpasses stack in heavy layers above, creating a composition that feels full to the point of bursting.
Every element is attempting to do something: pillars, spikes, signage, shadows, motion. The eye drawn quickly, darting from one system to the next, a visual sprint through a space built for speed and flow.
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore; and why.
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July 2025. The Israeli Stock Market reached an all-time high of 3,156.35.
We are taking Palestine.
This image is not about provocation, but about truth.
In July 2025, the Israeli Stock Market reached an all-time high of 3,156.35 points, while the war against Palestine kept causing death and devastation.
This is not an invented figure: it comes from financial sources and economic news reports.
Israel profits, Palestine dies.
Artificial Intelligence
I snuck down to the waters edge and snapped a few of this guy from my belly.
Normally, I can't get close to the turtles at the wetlands. They are very skittish and dive into the water at the slightest provocation. This little guy, about 4 inches long, seemed to not care at all that I laid down close to him.
You can always tell if I had a good day or bad day shooting, by how dirty I get. Today I was filthy.
Today if ye will hear His voice, harden not your heart as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness: when your fathers tempted me, proved me, and saw my work. (Psalm 95; 7b,8,9) I often when called to sing, sing the first part of Psalm 95 as a praise song and ignore verses 7b-11. I frequently think of the verses in Psalms pertaining to the Israelites as history and don't always stop to think of how they apply today!
Rosenquist, unlike many other Pop artists, often directly addressed politics in his work. Here, he has assembled everyday images to trigger questions about race and identity, provocations that today may appear blunt. The knob that reads "[DJARKEN," "NORMAL" and "LIGHTEN," for instance, overly simplifies the painful struggle for civil rights. This work alludes to complex social and political ques- tions without offering a possible, or possibly reductive, solution.
A different view of the scene.
I have a series of locations I revisit on and off. This is one of them.
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One of my many ongoing approaches is to move through the world as a harvester of images. I stumble, stroll, and lurch, equal parts accident and intent. Each frame is a fragment, a glitch, or a whisper from the margins. My decades-deep, archive serves as both a compass and a crucible: a living constellation of negatives and proof sheets that drive and generate further inquiry. It’s where entropy meets annotation, where decay and growth are catalogued not as opposites but as co-conspirators.
I circle questions that resist resolution: time as texture, presence as performance, and possibility as rupture. I search for quiet collisions, between gesture and ruin, between what’s seen and what’s overlooked, where meaning might flicker into being. I attempt to create each image not as a document and but more a provocation, an invitation to reframe perception and interrogate the ideological choreography of attention.
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" First Steart Marsh Kingfisher :-)
He is extremely wary and is gone in a heart beat at the least provocation ... this was taken at approx 25 yards while hiding behind a fence :-)) "
Florence, Italy
Clet Abraham is one of Florence’s most recognisable street artists. Born in Brittany and long based in the city, he has made his name by transforming ordinary road signs with elegantly subversive stickers, turning otherwise silent urban furniture into philosophical provocations. We sat down with him to talk about the fine line between art and vandalism, the debt he owes to Florence and why he recently placed a Palestinian flag in the hands of a Medici.
The European robin (Erithacus rubecula), known simply as the robin or robin redbreast in the British Isles, is a small insectivorous passerine bird, specifically a chat, that was formerly classified as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae) but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher. About 12.5–14.0 cm (5.0–5.5 inches) in length, the male and female are similar in coloration, 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 robin is diurnal, although has been reported to be active hunting insects on moonlit nights or near artificial light at night. Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary. Robins also approach large wild animals, such as wild boar and other animals which disturb the ground, to look for any food that might be brought to the surface. In autumn and winter, robins will supplement their usual diet of terrestrial invertebrates, such as spiders, worms and insects, with berries and fruit. They will also eat seed mixtures placed on bird-tables.
Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behavior. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. Such attacks sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas.
Because of high mortality in the first year of life, a robin has an average life expectancy of 1.1 years; however, once past its first year it can expect to live longer and one robin has been recorded as reaching 19 years of age. A spell of very low temperatures in winter may also result in significant mortality.
For more information, please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_robin
The Robin is a year round resident in the UK, but a small minority of female Robins migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Both the male and female feature similar plumage, both with the distinctive red breast. The male bird is extremely territorial and will aggressively defend his territory, attacking any similar sized birds that try to muscle in on their patch.
The adult European robin is 12cm long and weighs between 15 to 22 g with a wingspan of 20–22 cm . The male and female bear similar plumage; an orange breast and face lined by a bluish grey on the sides of the neck and chest. The upperparts are brownish, or olive-tinged in British birds, and the belly whitish, while the legs and feet are brown. The bill and eyes are black. Juveniles are a spotted brown and white in colouration, with patches of orange gradually appearing. Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behaviour. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. There are instances of robins attacking their own reflection. Territorial disputes sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas
This quiet scene reminded me of Atget's work.
The object is perfectly balanced compositionally yet still seemingly placed casually.
And the light.
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26th of August 2006 11:01:25. I'm sure this fence has some stories to tell.
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore.
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The Robin is a year round resident in the UK, but a small minority of female Robins migrate to southern Europe during winter, a few as far as Spain. Both the male and female feature similar plumage, both with the distinctive red breast. The male bird is extremely territorial and will aggressively defend his territory, attacking any similar sized birds that try to muscle in on their patch.
The adult European robin is 12cm long and weighs between 15 to 22 g with a wingspan of 20–22 cm . The male and female bear similar plumage; an orange breast and face lined by a bluish grey on the sides of the neck and chest. The upperparts are brownish, or olive-tinged in British birds, and the belly whitish, while the legs and feet are brown. The bill and eyes are black. Juveniles are a spotted brown and white in colouration, with patches of orange gradually appearing. Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behaviour. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. There are instances of robins attacking their own reflection. Territorial disputes sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas
JimmyPaul, Multicolor Care Bears Dress, 2023 (foreground)
AYA TAKANO, The Galaxy Inside, 2015 (background
The exhibition 'CUTE' at Kunsthal Rotterdam explores the global rise and evolution of the concept of "cuteness," from Japanese kawaii culture to modern internet memes and futuristic design. Created in collaboration with Somerset House in London, the exhibition demonstrates how cuteness can be a powerful tool for comfort, manipulation, or provocation. Visitors can experience interactive installations, such as a Hello Kitty disco and a game arcade with digital monsters, and immerse themselves in the multi-layered world of CUTE.
Kunsthal Rotterdam: CUTE exhibition from July 5 to November 23, 2025.
Tarantula hawk wasps are relatively docile and rarely sting without provocation. However, the sting—particularly that of P. grossa—is among the most painful of all insects, though the intense pain only lasts about five minutes.One researcher described the pain as "...immediate, excruciating, unrelenting pain that simply shuts down one's ability to do anything, except scream. Mental discipline simply does not work in these situations." In terms of scale, the wasp's sting is rated near the top of the Schmidt sting pain index, second only to that of the bullet ant, and is described by Schmidt as "blinding, fierce[, and] shockingly electric".
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Nature claims back what was once an engineering feat. A solitary figure consults charts, while in the obligatory High Viz clothing.
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Today John made me a beautiful surprise with this shot: Rows For Rita - writing in his comment these very, very dangerous (!!!) words: "I can only image what you can do with these! (well, I really don't understand this comment! *lol*)
could I resist to this "provocation"??? of course I couldn't!
so, a "brand new kind" of .. mediterranean chairs! has born today: the "KozoChairs"!
thank you again for the lovely dedication and .. for the original shot to play with! ;-)))
please, visit his amazing stream! you will find beautiful things there :-))))
Time to reflect on the year that was in 2025. And what a year it was!
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“Do not sleep under a roof. Carry no money or food. Go alone to places frightening to the common brand of men. Become a criminal of purpose. Be put in jail, and extricate yourself by your own wisdom.”
The cold war between Armitech Private Defense and the Hidden Demons continues, even if reason prevails with a peace agreement between both organizations, provocations do not cease from either side. Neo Tokyo District and Chinatown, opposing forces ready to clash, will this be a new war in Cocoon Station?
Shot taken at Cocoon, between Sectors Two and Three.
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Cocoon: Come for the Neon, stay for the Intrigue
Another double exposure experiment, this time in the stair well from Flagstaff station exiting on the Northern side of Latrobe street.
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In town looking north east out across the CBD.
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One of many ongoing approaches, where I move through the world as a harvester of images stumbling, strolling, lurching, equal parts accidental, and intentional. My concerns circumnavigate around questions that resist easy answers: time as texture, presence as performance, possibility as glitch. I trace the contours of decay and growth, hope and entropy, searching for the quiet collisions where meaning might emerge. Each image is less a document than a provocation an invitation to reconsider what we 'see', and what we ignore.
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Four-month-old siblings anxiously hide in plain sight behind a tree while mom chases off a rival female that has wondered nearby. They have not tried to climb the tree, yet, but they have checked it out and glance upward every few seconds. At their mother’s earliest provocation, they will clamor quickly up the tree and to relative safety. They don’t take their eye off her, watching her every move and waiting for her to return to their side. She is their lifeline and the only thing, living or otherwise, that they trust. #BlackBears
Awhile, after the fox left, mom and her calf got up and started feeding.
I had kept hoping the fox would come back, as the light was getting better with each passing minute.
But, that didn't happen and the moose got up and soon moved off.
This is the same pair that I walked right by in the dark a few days before.
Mom, is a good mom and stays calm.
There is another cow out there, that has a bad attitude and will come after you with no provocation.
It pays to know your moose! :-)
Approximate Focus Distance - 10.8 meters.
Camera Settings: f/4.5 - 1/10 - 100mm - ISO 4000
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A bit of fun ......
Concentration and a sense of humour required.. ;o))
Enjoy ;o))
La provocation de l'art #10
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A textured construction wall in the docklands, if you stare long enough, patterns and shapes emerge.
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The European robin (Erithacus rubecula), known simply as the robin or robin redbreast in the British Isles, is a small insectivorous passerine bird, specifically a chat, that was formerly classified as a member of the thrush family (Turdidae) but is now considered to be an Old World flycatcher. About 12.5–14.0 cm (5.0–5.5 inches) in length, the male and female are similar in coloration, with an orange breast and face lined with grey, brown upper parts 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 robin is diurnal, although has been reported to be active hunting insects on moonlit nights or near artificial light at night. Well known to British and Irish gardeners, it is relatively unafraid of people and drawn to human activities involving the digging of soil, in order to look out for earthworms and other food freshly turned up. Indeed, the robin is considered to be a gardener's friend and for various folklore reasons the robin would never be harmed. In continental Europe on the other hand, robins were hunted and killed as with most other small birds, and are more wary. Robins also approach large wild animals, such as wild boar and other animals which disturb the ground, to look for any food that might be brought to the surface. In autumn and winter, robins will supplement their usual diet of terrestrial invertebrates, such as spiders, worms and insects, with berries and fruit. They will also eat seed mixtures placed on bird-tables.
Male robins are noted for their highly aggressive territorial behavior. They will fiercely attack other males and competitors that stray into their territories and have been observed attacking other small birds without apparent provocation. Such attacks sometimes lead to fatalities, accounting for up to 10% of adult robin deaths in some areas.
Because of high mortality in the first year of life, a robin has an average life expectancy of 1.1 years; however, once past its first year it can expect to live longer and one robin has been recorded as reaching 19 years of age. A spell of very low temperatures in winter may also result in significant mortality.
For more information, please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_robin
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