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American Robin perched in Common Hackberry
This was one of about a dozen Robins eating the fruits directly from the tree, as well as those that had fallen on the ground. For several days in the preceding week, a large flock of Cedar Waxwings feasted in the same place. This is my neighbour's tree; I think I'm going to have to plant one!
north vancouver, bc. my fav rufous hummingbird spot was blocked off from entry due to covid, damn you covid-19!!
Looking very seasonally coloured, I found this American Robin partaking in the plentiful bounty of orange berries at Buttertubs Marsh in Nanaimo BC Canada.
Gold Bar Park, Edmonton, AB, Canada
At least 15 frames were thrown at this swallowing action. It looked as if this bird was having some trouble swallowing the frozen berry. Someone should give this bird a Heimlich maneuver!
Below are shots either captured at Gold Bar Park or at Hawrelak Park.
Where do the robins hide their nest?
Robin Red Breast told me,
Up among the leaves so deep,
Where the sunbeams rarely creep
An excerpt from a poem from an unknown author. It seemed very fitting for this recent capture of an American Robin taken in my backyard.
Robins perched throughout the prairie and flying in the background: December in dry prairie bordered by Prairie hammock at the Wilderness Preserve of Myakka River State Park in Sarasota, Florida
The American Robin is trying to find the best spot to enjoy his lunch, at Butchart Gardens in Victoria BC Canada.
Camera Information:
Model: Sony SLT-A55V, Shutter Speed: 1/500 sec, Aperture: f/5.6, Focal Length: 300mm, ISO: 400
Lens: Sony 55-300mm f/4.5-5.6 DT Alpha A-Mount Telephoto Zoom Lens (SAL55300).
The American Robin: Photograph taken at our home in Montgomery, Alabama: Photo taken on January 08, 2009
Aside from Alfalfa and Mr. and Mrs. C a whole flock of robins came around to check out what the other guys were eating-they stuck to the dogwood and viburnum berries though
This robin was not in distress.
At first I thought it was sitting on an ant hill - no ants.
Then I thought it was having a dust bath - no dust.
Maybe it was a sun bath or maybe it was getting ready to audition for "You think you can dance."
Turdus migratorius
An American Robin can produce three successful broods in one year. On average, though, only 40 percent of nests successfully produce young. Only 25 percent of those fledged young survive to November. From that point on, about half of the robins alive in any year will make it to the next. Despite the fact that a lucky robin can live to be 14 years old, the entire population turns over on average every six years.
Robin chicks at 8 days post-hatch in the nest outside our office window. Amazingly, they will be fledging in another 6 days or so.
Les merles arrivent en masse, même si le sol, totalement enneigé, ne se prête guère à picorer des vers de terre... Ce matin, le long de la piste cyclable, les groupes de merles se succédaient sans cesse sur plusieurs km de longueur! / Many robins were migrating in the country despite yet many snow over fields.
Sainte-Angèle, Bécancour, Centre-du-Québec, Québec, Canada.
Central Park - Manhattan - Merle d'Amérique.
Le Merle d'Amérique (Turdus migratorius), souvent appelé rouge-gorge par l'observateur néophyte, est une espèce de passereaux appartenant à la famille des Turdidae.
Le Merle d'Amérique mesure entre 25 et 28 cm de longueur. Il a des parties supérieures grises, et des parties inférieures orangées, d'habitude plus foncées chez le mâle. Sa coloration est proche de celle du Rouge-gorge européen, plus petit mais non apparenté, et souvent les gens confondent les deux espèces. Il y a sept races de merles d'Amérique, mais seul T.m. confinus dans le sud-ouest est particulièrement distinguable, avec ses parties inférieures gris-pâle.
Pendant la saison reproductive, des plumes noires facilement repérables poussent sur les têtes des mâles adultes ; après la saison reproductive, ils perdent ce plumage saisissant.
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merle_d'Amérique
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The American robin (Turdus migratorius) is a migratory songbird of the thrush family. It is named after the European robin[2] because of its reddish-orange breast, though the two species are not closely related, with the European robin belonging to the flycatcher family. The American robin is widely distributed throughout North America, wintering from southern Canada to central Mexico and along the Pacific Coast. It is the state bird of Connecticut, Michigan, and Wisconsin.[3] According to some sources, the American robin ranks behind only the red-winged blackbird (and just ahead of the introduced European starling) as the most abundant, extant land bird in North America.[4] It has seven subspecies, but only T. m. confinis of Baja California Sur is particularly distinctive, with pale gray-brown underparts.
The American robin is active mostly during the day and assembles in large flocks at night. Its diet consists of invertebrates (such as beetle grubs, earthworms, and caterpillars), fruits and berries. It is one of the earliest bird species to lay eggs, beginning to breed shortly after returning to its summer range from its winter range. Its nest consists of long coarse grass, twigs, paper, and feathers, and is smeared with mud and often cushioned with grass or other soft materials. It is among the first birds to sing at dawn, and its song consists of several discrete units that are repeated.
The adult robin is preyed upon by hawks, cats and larger snakes, but when feeding in flocks, it can be vigilant and watch other birds for reactions to predators. Brown-headed cowbirds lay eggs in robin nests (see brood parasite), but robins usually reject the cowbird eggs.
American Robin (Turdus migratorius) having bath in the shallows of a small wetland in the suburbs of northeast Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
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24 September, 2012.
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Fledgling American robin, Turdus migratorius.
A robin built a nest on top of the light fixture on my patio this spring. She laid four eggs, all of which hatched and survived to fledge. Last night, one of the chicks was perched on the edge of the nest, hinting toward imminent departure. Sure enough, by early morning the chicks had all left the nest except for this runt, about half the size of its three siblings and with feathers much less developed.
Throughout the day, both parents brought berries and worms to the three larger chicks, who hopped around the patio. The father made soft calls to them, particularly upon returning with food. Eventually, the chicks scrambled up a low retaining wall and into the cover of several shrubs.
Around noon, both parents broke into frantic alarm cries. I looked out onto the patio area just in time to see the flash of black and white hindquarters departing around the back of the house: one of the neighborhood feral cats had caught a chick. I dashed outside my back door and chased after the cat, who dropped his prize (incidentally, this is the same cat that is constantly spraying urine on my back door). The chick was still but breathing, and showed no signs of wounds, bleeding, or even ruffled feathers. I carefully scooped up the dazed chick and returned it to the bushes concealing its siblings, and after a few minutes it revived and scuttled off into the bushes.
Despite cries for food, the smallest chick was ignored while it remained safe in the nest. After a half day of neglect, it took the plunge and jumped down onto the patio, perhaps lured by the calls of its parents. Unfortunately, its legs and feathers were not as developed as those of its siblings, and it was unable to hop, flap or otherwise scramble up the retaining wall, off of the patio and into the safety of the garden bushes. After taking its picture, I scooped it up and set it down gently where its siblings were last seen.
Throughout the afternoon, both parents continued to bring food to the bushes where the fledglings were hiding. Near dusk, I spotted one of the larger chicks, and I noted the the parents were also bringing food to at least two locations, so presumably at least two chicks made it through the day. I can't confirm if this little guy made it.
A friend was doing renos on her house and found a robins nest complete with eggs in the eaves.She gently removed the nest and ever so carefully placed it as high as possible in the branches of nearby bush. A few days later voila !
At the dentist again but in a different room. This one looks out on a large bird bath. Had my camera with me thinking I would be in the flower and butterfly room but got to photograph a Robin instead. It posed nicely. I like my dentist.
American Robin (Turdus migratorius)
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