Juvenile Robin and adult bath time
Robins are one of my favourite birds. I don’t care about seeing rarities, or collecting a large list of species, like other …
Every once in a while
You need to stop and appreciate a Robin. And I did.
Who? Me?
It’s a look which says it all.
Joy, unconfined
Robins don’t just sing in spring, but when they do it really is a fantastic symbolic moment. Here’s one giving it its …
Robin with sparkles
This Robin is having a quiet wing-droop moment on a branch in front of a Holly bush. The out-of-focus highlights from the …
Evening song
Sometimes you’ve just got to stop and listen to nature.
Is this Robin male or female?
It’s a common question on social media. Ashley is “Just interested to know”. There are hundreds of examples of people who are …
Alert
Robins are either alert or they are no longer. Being alert is a life or death capability. This one has a straight-footed …
Sweet threats
Why have humans evolved to find bird song beautiful when it’s full of threats and bad language? If I trace my ancestors …
Get off my land!
It sounds sweet, but it isn’t. This Robin is giving out a complex multi-level message to all-comers. Whenever you meet new people …
Redbreast frisky time
The territorial squabbling continues: It’s nearly frisky time for this Robin. And it needs all the neighbours to know about it. What …
2020 highlights of a wilder Devon life
2020 is a year which will be difficult to forget for those of us lucky enough to still be alive. For me, …
Robin
I’ve only ever been on one photography course. It was a one day event for band photography, held in Bristol. It was …
The river walk
Here are a few familiar faces from my social distancing walk. This Mute Swan is one of the aggressive pair which have …
Return to Daisy Nook
In a time before the lockdown I visited Daisy Nook Country Park. It’s in Failsworth, which is a great place to have …
The Madeira outtakes
On the way to Madeira I sit next to a couple and they chat. I say ‘they’ chat, when I mean ‘the …
Fire and water
I’m off on a trip to the far west of Madeira. There’s a lighthouse at Ponto do Pargo which sounds great. Firstly …
When Robin and Blackbird meet
Within bird species there’s a strict pecking order. It’s played out in battles over territory, food and mates. Robins are some of …
Robins – a classic gateway drug to hardcore nature appreciation
It’s lovely light in South Devon today and there are Robins galore: This one appears possessive over its stash of seeds. The …
Sorrowful Robin
Robins are quite different from the common public perception. Here’s one with an injury after a rival had drawn blood. The poor …
10 things I wish I didn’t know about Robins
1. One and a half million Robins are killed by cats in the UK every year That’s a statistic based upon a …
Bird portraits at Stover Country Park
It’s cold and I fancy a walk. There are Black Headed Gulls at Stover Country Park. I love the way their toes …
Appearances can be deceptive
There’s a Robin in beautiful weather at Crime Lake. If anyone wants to start or renew a connection with nature I always …
Marilyn
It’s not 1am. It’s not New York. It’s not 1954. I’m not Billy Wilder. There aren’t 100 male photographers here. There aren’t …
Robin of the day
It wasn’t known that female Robins sing until less than 100 years ago. Male scientists seem to have assumed that they didn’t. …
Pettirosso
European Robins are fascinating. This one is the forest in Italy looks like a youngster, as it has a pale band on …
One bauble left
It appears I haven’t managed to take all the Christmas decorations down in time. There’s one bauble still left: A Robin’s life …
Robins, Robins everywhere
We’re at a nature reserve in Italy, a WWF Oasi called the Lago di Alviano. There are European Robins here and they’re …
Robin Orangebreast
Robins. Humans love them. We’ve developed a whole mythology around them and they form an essential part of our mid-winter iconography. We …
Robin Orange-Breast
Robins don’t have red breasts; they are orange, surely? Maybe they are called red because it’s alliterative with Robin. Maybe they’re called …