The Robin, the bird that is a symbol to many of British garden birds in the winter. Always seeming cute and lonely, but as we mentioned in our last Robin post, they are one of the most territorial of garden birds, sometimes fighting to death with other males to get their spot. A colourful favourite to be seen and always has a song.
When the bird feeder is running low it was last winter always the robin that came to the window. Ushering us to top it up. A very clever bird and one of the tamest if you have patience. Quite often, if you provide a regular food supply in the garden they will come tap on the window nudging you for more. They also take from the hand eventually… yes real patience and time required. However I did notice throughout the Autumn and early winter that it was the blue tits that were doing the nudging at the window. The ones that had been born in the garden tree box earlier in the year.
The chain of command had changed this year. The robin ruled in the past, but with much more variety coming the robin seemed to disappear at one point. A bird feeding area once bossed by the familiar red breasted little fellow was now showing a top to bottom system. A few of the birds we will write and show here going forward. Woodpeckers are the big boys and come regularly for peanuts, then the tits, blue, great, long tailed etc. Tree sparrows, hedge sparrows, siskins, finches gold and green and more. Where was the robin?
Then last week, in it came all of a sudden. I will try to not say he or she. Impossible to say from a plumage point of view as males and females are no different in that respect. Apparently the way to tell is to see 2 together, then because two males would fight if in same spot you know you have one of each. Then, even a trained eye would be needed, apparently the female is a little bigger than the male for breeding purposes?
It was nice to catch a few minutes with it, they do not get too camera shy either. Alas, yes, it has become the new member of the ‘telling me the feeder needs new nuts’ gang. Didn’t take long. It comes in the porch… chirps through the window and flies back to the feeder awaiting me, crafty fellow. And now a great tit has started to copy. Cheeky new friends in our midst