A juvenile American Robin stands sentinel as a storm rolls in.
Even though it was not early, this American Robin still got the worm.
A robin patrols our lawn, on the lookout for tasty food.
A robin patrols the border separating street and lawn.
A carols its’ welcome to the new day.
I love hearing birdsong on a spring morning.
I am certain that this American Robin was hungry enough to eat cracked sunflower spilled from the feeder overhead rather than expend energy hunting for insects, which are still scarce in early spring.
This American Robin fledgling made a barely controlled landing on our shed roof. Concerned that it might slide right off and crash to the ground, we kept the dogs inside. After a moment it flew away – with surprising elan.
An American Robin prepares to carol its cheery greeting to welcome the coming day.
Robins strike me as being industrious creatures. A robin will land, cock its head to scan for a tasty morsel. Not seeing one it runs with confident purpose, stops, cocks its head. Snaps up a bugs or tugs a worm out of the ground, devours its find. Runs confidently, repeats. I enjoy watching them at work, and greatly enjoy hearing their beautiful, happy, caroling.