The Humble Robin
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just a few common birds from lackford today when the light is bad i like to pop in somewhere where i can get close to the birds to get any keepers
American Robin (Turdus migrators) spent the winter of 2015/2016, surviving on fruit and berry trees along with feeding on minnows in a small wetland in northeast Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
As we have now entered the winter of 2016/2017, it will be interesting to see if any Robins attempt to brave the season again.
20 January, 2016.
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Photo taken at: Cragside NT, Rothbury, Morpeth, Northumberland www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/north-east/cragside
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Robin singing on a rare warmish afternoon in late March and what a lovely song too! March is certainly going out like a raging lion today...due to Storm Katie!
font: Russel Write TT
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Robin Redbreast
By: William Allingham
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;
The garden smiling faintly,
Cool breezes in the sun;
Our Thrushes now are silent,
Our Swallows flown away,--
But Robin's here, in coat of brown,
With ruddy breast-knot gay.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
Robin singing sweetly
In the falling of the year.
Bright yellow, red, and orange,
The leaves come down in hosts;
The trees are Indian Princes,
But soon they'll turn to Ghosts;
The scanty pears and apples
Hang russet on the bough,
It's Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late,
'Twill soon be Winter now.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And welaway! my Robin,
For pinching times are near.
The fireside for the Cricket,
The wheatstack for the Mouse,
When trembling night-winds whistle
And moan all round the house;
The frosty ways like iron,
The branches plumed with snow,--
Alas! in Winter, dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And a crumb of bread for Robin,
His little heart to cheer.