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Its taken me longer than normal to see these guys up close this winter. This one rewarded me with a really nice pose and perch
Sigma 800mm f/5.6 plus Sigma 1.4x teleconverter = 1150mm f/8. I was 7 meters away -- the minimum focus distance of the lens. She gets alarmed if people come within 5 meters. Which people do, so maybe she should have picked a better tree.
Juvenile Sunbathing ~ American Robin ~ Turdus migratorius ~ Merle d'Amerique ~ My yard in Sparta, NJ
To anyone that is thinking about parking in my driveway without protection, think again. Meet the serial pooper, a bird that has now three times attacked three different cars. Not only does he poop on the car, he rolls around in it, walks through it.... you get the idea.
I'm posting the one side of my car that he successfully targeted and delivered his fury too, the other side is actually just as bad.
Shot with the Tamron 70-300mm.
These Robins decided to nest in a bush next to our deck. Great location for us to take in the action, and make silly comments!
This is day 6 for these chicks, and the parents (and a juvenile) had a non-stop stream of worms for these little guys.
This shot is one of the least gory images of the feedings - whoever coined "eating like a bird", clearly hasn't seen a bird eat!
American Robin seen along Vermillion Lakes Rd in Banff National Park on Apr 7. There were about 20 of them and they sure were into the blue berries on these bushes.
Juvenile Sunbathing ~ American Robin ~ Turdus migratorius ~ Merle d'Amerique ~ My yard in Sparta, NJ
American Robin (Turdus migratorius)
Photograph taken on August 11, 2015.
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I made a quick trip back to the Robin nest today while momma/pappa was out, probably my last as I don't want to disturb mother nature. The baby robins were fast asleep except for this one who was on top of the cuddled mass, almost as if he was watching out for his brothers and sisters. He didn't move at all while I was there.
The nest is located about 8 inches into a holly bush out my back patio.
As I upload this I hear them singing, the more mature voice and little peepy voices.
If you have not seen my first shot of the nest:
There were hundreds of robins flying around near my house yesterday. I kept trying long enough to get a shot of one in flight (robin flight is pretty erratic.)
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.
"Although robins are considered harbingers of spring, many American Robins spend the whole winter in their breeding range. But because they spend more time roosting in trees and less time in your yard, you're much less likely to see them. The number of robins present in the northern parts of the range varies each year with the local conditions." Cornell
one of the many Robins decimating the Mountain Ash tree two yards over
(and being chased away by Flickers LOL)
This poor little guy went BANG into my front window. He wouldn't fly for a few minutes and seemed disoriented. He eventually spread his wings and flew off perfectly fine.
Although called a Robin - due to its orange breast - this is in fact a Thrush, the largest in North America. The male and female are very similar, but the female is duller, so this is probably a male.
American Robins are industrious and authoritarian birds that bound across lawns or stand erect, beak tilted upward (as this one kindly demonstrates!), to survey their environs. When alighting they habitually flick their tails downward several times.
Like the UK blackbird, American Robin's do sometimes stay close by when you are in the garden, no doubt in case you unearth some juicy morsel.
Junior fluffs up his feathers in preparation for his dip in the bath.
Juvenile American Robin (Turdus migratorius)
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Note how much paler this bird's plumage is than the feathers of the mature robins in this series. This bird was born over the summer of 2022 and is still a juvenile.
It and the others of its tribe as well as other species of birds swooped in at the exact moment the tree's berries were at their peak nutritional appeal and ate literally them all. They were tanking up in preparation for migration. A month later, at the time of this posting, nearly all the robins have left the pop stand, but they'll be among the first, and most welcome, harbingers of spring
The third in the North American Robin series of three images, taken at Mallard Point in Fish Creek Park. I was surprised that he stayed so long, but glad that he did.
Yum, looks good doesn't it? This was taken last weekend and I just saw these guys again this weekend and they now have their feathers and are almost ready to fledge. It's amazing how fast they grow.