It is a very still Christmas Eve and a robin is singing outside my window, Males and females have winter territories and sing to defend them, especially at dawn and dusk. Their song is a lovely melancholic accompaniment to winter and this year one aptly followed me into the house as we brought the Christmas tree in and spent a while searching for food around the conservatory. Robins perceive us as a source of food and this explains their boldness.
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