On Tue, 01 Jul 2003 16:19:44 +0100, M C C wrote:

On Tue, 1 Jul 2003 16:07:45 +0100, "Lee" wrote:

They really are cheeky little devils...

When we moved into our house, we laid a new lawn and whilst doing so, we
were helped by Mr Robbin eating all the leatherjackets.
He got pretty brave and eventually he would take them from your hand.
Two years later (a long time in robbin terms) we have a Mr and Mrs
Robbin
and Robin Jnr all eating from the hand, in fact they regularly pop in
the
back door and eat the crumbs off the carpet!!!!
we found the ideal thing for them... in fact they chose it themselves...
I was sitting eating my lunch in the back garden, on looking up there
was Mr
Robbin sitting on my plate eating my pork pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So our family of Robbins, eat pork pies and they love it....
In fact they always have a song for us, and keep you company when your
in
the garden!
Hurrah for the robin!



It's no wonder they were voted our national bird.

One of the magic moments of my life happened one day on my allotment. My
son
David was kneeling down on a low turf wall removing unwanted debris from
where I
had just double dug. A robin came and perched on the heel of his boot,
spotted
something in the soil that took his fancy, grabbed it and took it back to
David's boot heel to eat. This happened several times before he had had
enough.
As I said a magic moment.

In Austria robins are pretty uncommon. The local equivalent is the
redstart, but it's much more timid and realy not the same. When this winter
I often saw a pair or robins around the garden I was over the moon, much to
the amusement of SWMBO. It was the first robin I'd seen in over 10 years. I
even knocked-up a robin-freindly nesting box in my enthusiasm, but they
weren#t interested :-( The robins don't come around any more, maybe
they'll be back in the Autumn when they get hungry again.
Tim.