Well, it's Christmas week so what bird could be more appropriate than our lovely Robin, synonymous with this time of the year. I always photograph them when I see them, usually as I wait for something a little bit more exotic. If you were seeing "our" Robin for the first time, perhaps you live in Sri Lanka or even the USA then I am pretty certain you are really impressed. I hope we don't take them for granted but I think that we probably do. Males and females are identical by the way and young birds, straight from the nest, don't have the familiar red breast but by autumn they have acquired the emblematic red colour that we are all so familiar with. I would be surprised if there was just one single person living in the UK that couldn't name a Robin.
It's interesting that the Red, Red Robin that was "bobbin" in American culture is not our European Robin, its actually the American Robin which is in fact a Thrush, a member of the Turdus family. Early European settlers named the vaguely red-breated thrush a "Robin" because they remembered them from the former homes in Europe. Robins are highly territorial and will even "attack" a ball of similar coloured wool. However in the winter our popluation is swelled by birds from the continent. These migratory birds move through an area and a bird ringer in North Devon managed to catch and ring 54 different Robins in his garden in one single winter! Prior to that he had assumed that it was the same individual and the suggestion is that they are more mobile than originally thought but this is open to much more research.
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