Mommy Robin: “Oh this is lovely! There is nothing like a morning bath when it is already 80 degrees.”
Baby Robin “Mom! What are you doing? Can I get in?
Mommy Robin “Could I just get five minutes peace to enjoy my bath?”
Baby Robin “I’m bored…”
Mommy Robin “If I have to get out of this bath, you are in so much trouble!!”
Don’t you just feel for poor Mother Robin? I think she might have been using some bad words… This video was taken one morning after the Raccoons had used the Pyrex bowl as a swimming pool. To the US readers, the American in the title is redundant. The Brits are more familiar with the iconic European Robin which is a much smaller, cheekier bird, part of the flycatcher family. I imagine the early settlers were delighted to find their own red breasted bird in the New World.
The American Robin is really part of the Thrush family and they have the same gentle nature although they are not quite as shy. Our Robins used to migrate but some decided to stay here all year. I am delighted because they are such sweet birds. Like the crazy lady that I am, I love to chat to them in the undergrowth when they are rooting about for worms. One day I stopped my car to allow one to dip a worm in the savory puddle water at her own pace.
Mom and Dad Robin look very similar except the female has slightly lighter coloring. The males have a more vivid red breast and the females a rusty color. They look after their babies equally and have up to three clutches a year. The juveniles have a speckled chest but don’t seem to leave the nest until almost full grown.
Robins are songbirds which is delightful… except they sing at daybreak. Still, they cannot be as bad as the current cicadas which are so loud that Teddy ran through the house looking for a plumbing break. Every night I think, ‘will one of our many night critters eat that bloody cicada?’. In truth, the cicadas were the reason why we bought this house. We were enchanted by their alien song when we moved here 17 years ago. I have been wondering if these particular cicadas are on a 17-year cycle because they sound different from the summer cicadas. If I wasn’t so creeped out by their appearance, I would research it…