Robins
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Possibly so. Here in my district, robins are a relatively rare bird in the village. The vast majority are what we call "bush robins" from the boreal forest which congregate in impressive migration flocks now into October. I'm sure that behavior is similar to that of your European species.
Tremendous tree fruit crop damage as they peck at an apple here, a pear there. They can suck down a bunch of grapes in a minute. Most years, I get my grapes harvested before the robins come through, last year they got every last damn grape in the vines!
Tremendous tree fruit crop damage as they peck at an apple here, a pear there. They can suck down a bunch of grapes in a minute. Most years, I get my grapes harvested before the robins come through, last year they got every last damn grape in the vines!
Thing is, on the Continent, they eat robins, they eat blackbirds, sparrows, dunnocks, thrushes, etc.,
We don't.
We don't.
They are probably more familiar in British gardens because they are concentrated in urban & semi urban locations & so, more used to cohabiting with people.
"On the continent" is rather vague but I have some robins in the garden here in the mid west of rural France & though I rarely see them, they are the first to arrive & perch a meter or so from me, whenever I do any earth digging, which I find is pretty bold.
And I assure you, no one eats songbirds in this particular vicinity.
"On the continent" is rather vague but I have some robins in the garden here in the mid west of rural France & though I rarely see them, they are the first to arrive & perch a meter or so from me, whenever I do any earth digging, which I find is pretty bold.
And I assure you, no one eats songbirds in this particular vicinity.
I find that Robins (and other members of the Chat family - especially Stonechats) to be friendly toward humans. They are solitary birds amongst their species - that lovely song is really a call to other birds to sod off - but toward humans they can be quite gregarious.
I'm sure we've all experienced the camp Robin, who bobs around waiting for scraps.
I wonder if the reference to them being shy woodland birds is referring to another kind of European Robin that we don't get in the UK?
I'm sure we've all experienced the camp Robin, who bobs around waiting for scraps.
I wonder if the reference to them being shy woodland birds is referring to another kind of European Robin that we don't get in the UK?
In Sweden they behave much like here, sitting on a bush 1 m away from you when you're in the garden telling you to p*ss off from their territory. They are not at all as common though, so not seen as often.
Talking of Robins, we have a large number this year, from fledglings in late spring to now, far more than previous years. And, yes, there's always one or two following me around when I'm working whether it's in the garden, the scrub or the wood.
But, I have had robins come up quite close to me when camping in France as well. They're not resident in Northern and Eastern Europe; maybe they're more weary where they don't stay all year round.
But, I have had robins come up quite close to me when camping in France as well. They're not resident in Northern and Eastern Europe; maybe they're more weary where they don't stay all year round.
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If you're patient you can train the garden Robin so it feeds from your hand.
What you need is a good supply of meal worms and patience.
Just put a few meal worms, maybe ten feet away, and sit still. When it's got used to that lay them out five feet away. When it's got used to that put some on a table right beside you. And when it's finally got used to that have a few in your open hand, sit still, and it'll come and feed.
Patience, and stillness, is the key.
What you need is a good supply of meal worms and patience.
Just put a few meal worms, maybe ten feet away, and sit still. When it's got used to that lay them out five feet away. When it's got used to that put some on a table right beside you. And when it's finally got used to that have a few in your open hand, sit still, and it'll come and feed.
Patience, and stillness, is the key.
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into Google, and the first image that comes up is of a pile of dead robins.
To us they are familar garden and woodland friends. They are the first and last to sing in the day, they are bright and quick and clever and the last thing any of us would think of doing is killing one.
Open up the compost bins and there's a bright flutter of inquisitive feathers hopping around like a child at a sweetie shop
Apparently they evolved to follow the creatures that root around and dig up the soil; pigs, foxes, badgers, us
hunting small birds, continent
into Google, and the first image that comes up is of a pile of dead robins.
To us they are familar garden and woodland friends. They are the first and last to sing in the day, they are bright and quick and clever and the last thing any of us would think of doing is killing one.
Open up the compost bins and there's a bright flutter of inquisitive feathers hopping around like a child at a sweetie shop
Apparently they evolved to follow the creatures that root around and dig up the soil; pigs, foxes, badgers, us
We did a walk around Lake District and stopped at a picnic table near Skelwith Bridge for a brunch. Skipped breakfast until it dried up a bit. We sat there eating noodles and cereal bars. Plus feeding a nice Robin that chased the chaffinches off to feed from our hands. Lovely birds!
A visitor at work the other week.
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My garden watchman collecting his wages. When I open the back door to leave the cottage he appears, and I have to remember to keep something in my pocket for when I arrive home.
Just as a point of interest, if I go out on my motorbike and enter the back garden after a ride out still wearing my bike helmet, he stays hidden, until I remove my helmet..Human recognition, I wonder?
I'm probably the only Biker with bread crumbs or Meal Worms in his pocket as part of his riding gear.
Just as a point of interest, if I go out on my motorbike and enter the back garden after a ride out still wearing my bike helmet, he stays hidden, until I remove my helmet..Human recognition, I wonder?
I'm probably the only Biker with bread crumbs or Meal Worms in his pocket as part of his riding gear.
I tend to think their song isn't a warning but the robin telly me to "dog piggy, dig" when I'm out in the garden. Robins always tend to follow me about when I'm digging or moving stuff in the garden.Apparently they evolved to follow the creatures that root around and dig up the soil; pigs, foxes, badgers, us
Wrens on the other hand, are telling me to get lost.
I think so too I don't think they're chasing me off, or warning me away, but I do feel as though they're kind of edging me out of the way sometimes as though I'm going too slowly for them, usually when I turn up something small and wriggly.
I opened up a pot that was infested with vine weevils and there were two of them, neat and fast as anything, nipping in and picking them out.
I broke open what was left of the root ball and was rather chuffed to leave them to it.
Wrens seem to be happy rooting through the ivy covered fence and the hedge looking for spiders. Quite happy to see them too.
Both seem to like the woodlice though.
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I don't think they're chasing me off, or warning me away, but I do feel as though they're kind of edging me out of the way sometimes as though I'm going too slowly for them, usually when I turn up something small and wriggly.I opened up a pot that was infested with vine weevils
and there were two of them, neat and fast as anything, nipping in and picking them out.I broke open what was left of the root ball and was rather chuffed to leave them to it.
Wrens seem to be happy rooting through the ivy covered fence and the hedge looking for spiders. Quite happy to see them too.
Both seem to like the woodlice though.
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Nobody put their hand up for the last of my grapes so the robins coming through were in the vines this morning when I got up. Won't take them 12 hours to clear them off.
I'll leave the pruning until March. In turn, I'll teach the pruner how to start cuttings/prunings that they can sell in the community market, in July. I would start 70-100 each spring and usually sell out, even with people coming by my house mid week, not market day.
I'll leave the pruning until March. In turn, I'll teach the pruner how to start cuttings/prunings that they can sell in the community market, in July. I would start 70-100 each spring and usually sell out, even with people coming by my house mid week, not market day.
Are your robins the same as our robins ?
Ours are small birds, smaller than blackbirds, thrushes and starlings. I don't think they could manage to eat a whole grape. I've seen one pretty much choke on a peanut.
Edit; I've just googled, and the N. American 'robin' is a thrush not a flycatcher like the European one. Bigger bird entirely. Ours are very territorial too.
Ours are small birds, smaller than blackbirds, thrushes and starlings. I don't think they could manage to eat a whole grape. I've seen one pretty much choke on a peanut.
Edit; I've just googled, and the N. American 'robin' is a thrush not a flycatcher like the European one. Bigger bird entirely. Ours are very territorial too.
Correct. Our robins are big thrushes, plus the fact that my grapes are small, like a Pinot Noir. Destemming 40 kg of those is a labor of love.
One hard, sharp peck in the top of the head and a Raven will kill a robin. They gang up to dismember it and fly away with pieces. Damnedst thing I ever saw. Must be good road-kill, very few Ravens in the village. They flock in during really bad winter blizzard spells.
One hard, sharp peck in the top of the head and a Raven will kill a robin. They gang up to dismember it and fly away with pieces. Damnedst thing I ever saw. Must be good road-kill, very few Ravens in the village. They flock in during really bad winter blizzard spells.
