What is it about our national bird, the robin, that captures the imagination? It has a friendly human name, although the original name was just redbreast or Ruddock. It’s become a symbol of Christmas and we love to see them in the garden.
The robin has many connections to folklore and has ecclesiastical links dating back to the 6th century AD. One explanation for the red breast originated with the idea that a bird tried to pull thorns out of the crown of thorns during the Passion of Christ. In reality it’s a warning…stay out of my territory. More on next page…
I haven’t seen a wren for such a long time, it was a treat to see this one collecting nesting material.
This dunnock framed himself perfectly in the lattice fencing
After months of storms it was lovely to watch the birds enjoying some long awaited sunshine, especially as we’re confined to quarters at the moment.
The blue tits are nesting in the bird house and enjoying the cherry blossom.
Maybe the robins are nesting nearby too, although I haven’t seen any evidence of it, except that they’re around a lot, which is lovely.
I’ve haven’t noticed these little dunnocks before, they flit about so quickly it took patience and a hefty dose of luck to capture them standing still.