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From Fiona –


I contacted you last year about the little female robin that I have managed to persuade to eat out of my hand.


She has now found a mate who has been regarding me with considerable suspicion while she pops onto my hand for meal worms and suet.


Yesterday he became brave enough to grab a piece of suet from me. I am guessing the dreadful weather conditions may have encouraged him .


I wonder if later in the year I will have the whole family eating from my hand? That would be amazing.


It would  be so special if you have a family of robins eating from your hand.  You must let us know.

Thank you so much for telling us about these two robins.  You are so lucky.  I get robins and lots of other birds, but none of them would come onto my hand, but they do zip round the garden and seem to start singing when they see me

I can’t imagine g having two robins eating out of my hand

This does bring up the fact that you are doing a brilliant job of helping our garden birds survive this winter.  It is a harsh winter at the moment for them – with snow, freezing days and long freezing nights.  If these two robins do nest and have young it is because you have fed them and helped them survive.  I think that is almost as good as winning the lottery!

Cheers Fiona.  I’ll be thinking of you tomorrow morning when I trudge out into the snow to feed my wild birds


We have an old dead cherry tree out in our front garden its now a great feeding station and we can watch the birds from a foot away,

 the last two mornings there has been a bird almost like a robin but it has a

white tail ,

red breast and

white on his back,

can anyone tel us what it is please


i replied:

Great idea to use a dead tree as a feeding station. You’ll have a lot of fun watching the birds close up.

If the bird is not a robin could it be a chaffinch?

Male Chaffinch

Can anyone else help?

Robin Redbreast

I’ve just  been lucky enough to pass 4 feett away from a robin red breast singing his heart out.

He was outlined against a blue sky while perching on a thin bare branch.  His red breast was showing and his face pointing to the heavens

There was just me and Mr Robin in the country lane. 

I can’t share this moment with you because I’d left my camera at home.  I can’t tell you how annoyed I am with myself for leaving the camera at home.  I’d thought it would be another ordinary walk with nothing special going on.  How wrong can you be!

 Have a good day


Robin in Winter

Robin in Winter

 THE ROBIN   –   Latin Name:  Erithacus rubecula


  • A specialist Robin and songbird mixed seed will bring robins to your garden. 
  • Feed that contains berries and insects will help the robin survive the winter.
  •  Their usual diet is insects and their larvae, spiders and worms, weed seeds and fruit berries,  seeds, nuts and oats. 
    Loves mealworms and eating from birdtables.


  • Large, black eyes. 
  • Forehead, throat and breast are red. 
  • Upper part of a robin is olive-brown. 
  • Robins have  very slender legs.
  • Young are spotted and are lacking red colour

Habitat  Gardens, town, hedgerows, woods with undergrowth, copses, scrub, villages and towns. 

Song:  The robin’s song is a high, clear tone with a wide range of notes.  Calls include – tic, tick, tic.

Often sings late into the evening

Breeding : May to July

Eggs:  4-6 pale eggs.White with sandy or reddish freckles which are brooded by the female robin

Incubation:13-14 days

Fledging: 12-14 days.  Two or more broods

Cup shaped nest mostly made of moss, leaves and stalks.  Often built near the ground amongst creepers, at the foot of a bush.  Nests in gardens and hedgerows. 
Robins are well known for making nests in a variety of places, such as old kettles, old watering cans, shelves in sheds. 

Size:  The robin is a medium sized bird, up to 5 1/2 inches.   

Robins are solitary birds, sometimes fighting with eath other over territory.

Robins can become very tame and have been known to take feed out of the palm of a person’s hand.

So if you keep feeding the birds you too may gain the confidence of a robin and have the unbelievable feeling of a robin sitting on your hand.

Robin in Yorkshire

Robin in Yorkshire

Why not watch this short video of a robin in my garden –   



If you have any robin stories, facts,  poems or knowledge please let me know as I’d love to add them to this Robin Information Sheet.  Trisha


Sparrow taking over a nest that has young robins in

A Robin built a nest under my eaves through this spring.
I watched her sit on them and apparently they hatched as I found blue egg shell in the garden beneath. 
However, today…a male sparrow has taken over the nest and appears to be picking at something in the next or taking food out of the baby birds’ mouths. 
I can’t tell what’s going on. 
He sits on the edge of the next chirping away.  He flies to a fro the nest. 

What do you make of this?
Also…I haven’t seen the Robin come to her next in a couple of days.


I received the above question the other day.  What do you make of this?

 Here are two other times when sparrows seem to have thrown other birds out of nests. Click on these links if you would like to read about it.





 Here is my reply to the comment :

Thank you for sending this.  I will do an article about it.  I have a reader called Jennie who has told me about sparrows sabotaging a nesting box that had wrens in it!  It is on birdtable news on 29th April.
There is also a story from 1912(!) about sparrows evicting a martin from it’s nest.  That is on my blog dated 31 March 2009. 
I have never heard of such a think until I started birdtablenews.  From what you saw and what Jeannie and the 1912 Gent saw it does seemthat sparrows can get nasty sometimes.  Maybe it is when food is scarce – I don’t know, but will see if I can find out more.
Birds do attack other birds.  Sparrowhawks eat sparrows and other birds, maybe this is a continuation.  I do not know I am only jumping to this conclusion because of my other notes.  Trisha from Bird Table News


Please contact me if you can think of a reason for the above, or if you have have heard of robins being aggressive with other bird’s nests – or robins being aggressive at all.  I’d love to hear. Trisha


Walking with a wild bird

I remember clearly a walk I had last February. We had a dog then, sadly the dog had to be put down last year.

I was walking on the path and I saw a small bird hopping about in the early morning gloom.   

Early morning, when the night is entwined with the day, is a strange time.  A time when the wild world is with us and nature is part of us.

I didn’t know then that this moment was going to stay with me as then it was just an ordinary walk

I  was walking towards this bird when it started walking towards me.  The dog was messing about.  

I thought this small bird on the ground would fly away because either me or the dog would frighten it. 

We kept walking towards each other, the bird and I. 

It was like something from the OK Corral!

Closer, closer.  When we were close to each other and ‘facing’ each other  we both stopped walking.

I looked down at the bird that was the size of a pebble at my feet.  

The small, tiny bird  looked up at me.  It’s small black eyes seemed to meet mine.  It was a strange moment

I was mesmerised seeing this small bird in extreme close up.  

The tiny, frail bird  was aware I was there and was not frightened. 

I was a few inches away  and I really wanted to know what type of bird it was so I bent down knowing I would frighten it away.  The bird wasn’t afraid and it didn’t move.  It kept looking up at me with black unblinking eyes.   In the half light I  saw

  • The bird’s beak was turned upwards
  • its feet firmly planted on the ground
  • It showed no fear
  • I watched mesmerised as it hopped away, caught a worm, ate it and then
  • hopped back to me

The dog was somewhere sniffing about in the grass.

The bird ignored the dog.  

The dog ignored the bird.

I didn’t speak, the dog didn’t bark and the bird didn’t sing.  All was silence.

This couldn’t go on. 

It was a gloomy morning and I’d never actually been close enough to look down on a bird before from this angle.

I’d never actually seen a bird as this angle before – looking directly down onto it.

In the half light I saw soft, red breast feathers being ruffled by the breeze.

Robin redbreast

A vivid moment.  A vivid memory. Is this what birds are about. 

Ordinary ‘birdy’ moments stay with us as well, such as walking to the shop for the newspaper and a bird sings in the hedge.  Coming back with the shopping and we hear birdsong

I seem to have robins at my bird feeders all the time at the moment so I’m glad they feel ‘at home’ here.  Sometimes I really feel like I run a Cafe for Birds and I have my regular customers who know me.  Such nonsense.

This memory is a nice memory different to the one I have of when I found the soft, sad feathers of a robin that had been killed by our stray cat.

It seems robins pair up as early as December.  The hen builds a nest low and throughout incubation of the eggs the hen is fed by the cock robin.

A robin’s favourite food on the birdtable is crumbs, mealworms and cheese, but there are many good seed mixes especially for robins that can be fed on the bird table.  It’s easy to buy a packet and feed the robin.



Nursery Rhymes, Poems and Prayers about birds

I thought it would be a good idea to put some nursery rhymes and also poems and prayers  about birds together.   Here they are some nursery rhymes

Little Robin Redbreast
Came to visit me
This is what he whistled,
Thank you for my tea.

Pit, pat, well-a-day,
Little Robin flew away.
Where can little Robin be:
Gone into the cherry tree.


A wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
Why aren’t we like that wise old bird


The North Wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will the poor Robin do then?
Poor thing.
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.


There were two birds sat on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de:
One flew away and then there was one,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.


I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
And oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were all of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
Were four and twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck
With a packet on his back,
And when the ship began to move
The captain said, Quack, Quack!


Goosey, goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.


Here is a comment from someone from abroad.  It’s a nice little nursery rhymn.-

Hi Trisha,
There’s a comic somg about a Jay Bird – we used to sing it in Guides with actions:

Way down south not very far off
A jay bird died of the whooping cough
He whooped so hard with the whooping cough
That he whooped his tail and his feathers right off!

It’s sung over and over a few times (sitting on all fours) getting faster and faster and everytime whooping is sung you throw your arms in the air!

very impressed with your site!


I’d love to hear of any more nursery rhymns or poems about birds.