EUROPEAN ROBIN: a precious feather baby, a ruddy sky dumpling, a good friend, will help you find your keys, full of ice cream
AMERICAN ROBIN: big, often wet, surly, has your wallet, killed a rat underneath the bird feeder to make an example to the other animals
I absolutely love robins. Ain’t scared of shit. There’s a youngster in my backyard, and it was making nightly calls. I mimicked it and it eyeballed me, then kinda dive-bombed me. I didn’t cower, I watched until it turned up about five feet away. Checking me out checking it out. They’re rad.
I have nothing to say about the European Robin, but the American Robin is not the beast you make it out to be, they are lovely birds and I am happy to have them around.
They're really aggressive with each other and other birds, though. They're nice to humans because we sometimes dig up worms or otherwise feed them, and they're not scared of us because they know we think they're cute.
We have lots of American robins living in our yard and nearby. They are so greedy about the bird bath. They will keep splashing around until most or all of the water is gone.
My forest-dwelling American Robins won’t come anywhere near the feeders. They hop around the gravel drive and grassy areas and leave the feeders to juncos, chickadees, grosbeaks, sparrows, spotted towhee. Have caught the whole flock bathing in the creek though
There were 3 bird gangs in my old front yard in Petaluma. The scrub jays, the Robins & the Mockingbirds, who only ganged up when the red berries (pyracantha I think but maybe toyon) were ripe.
Also had a gang of turkeys. And one of peacocks up the hill…
One of our American robins scolds me about the timing and content of the seed-mix offerings. Also has me saying things like, “I put more worms! I did. And fruits! Frooooots. And worms!” even when neighbors (or worse, passersby) can hear.
Decades ago, facing stress on every front, I succumbed to depression and couldn't face the world.
An English robin was my first therapist.
If I ventured into the garden and pulled a single weed, he'd be there, hungry for worms.
Soon I was visiting garden centres, seeking juicy mealworms for him!
You do realize that that adorable little thing there will viciously attack your laundry if it happens to be the same color as another robin's breast, right?
European robins are not precious feather babies. They are assholes.
I have nothing against robins, or birds for that matter, but koi fish are another story. All those cute little goldfish we used to “win” at the fair? Apparently, they grow up to become these ginormous carp that lurk in murky good-luck koi ponds.
I did not realize they had different robins in Europe, this explains why Am. ones are always so much bigger than I ever expect based on a many-decades-long steady diet of British novels and poetry.
Never was there a more inpatient bird than the American Robin watching me while I weeded the garden as if to say, "Can you hurry that along? I've got Robin Business."
I know spring has truly arrived in SW Ontario not when the robins arrive, but when that One, Specific, Fat Robin starts hanging out on my porch rail and just death glaring through the window at me.
LIES! American robins in the South are naive, trusting, amiable. Feared only by worms. It's always a pile of their feathers you see that a feral cat made a meal
"How hard I found it to fit the name 'robin' to the suburban impostor, the gross fowl, with its untidy dull-red livery and the revolting gusto it showed when consuming long, sad, passive worms!"
Eurasian robins are full of personality. Every time I do any work in the garden there's one that follows me and inspects every bit of ground I agitate for worms. The more I work the bolder it gets, eventually coming easily within arms' reach.
This photo isn't of that robin
After reading the secret garden, my daughter needle felted a pretty good replica of a European robin and I was like: that is not the Robin I know, and that Robin is exceedingly cute. I even googled it to make sure it was accurately cute - it was