Christmas, as we know it, was probably concocted by the Victorians. The postmen back then wore red-breasted uniforms and were actually nicknamed ‘robins’. Over time the bird itself appeared on more and more Christmas cards and, in kind of reverse phycology, they came to symbolise the postmen that delivered the cards.
Robins can withstand cold temperatures and are surprisingly trusting. Their perceived curiosity, however, may actually be a simple drive to find food.
When the gardener unearths some worms or we throw out those Christmas dinner leftovers, they’re ready and waiting.
The Vikings associated the bird with the god Thor. Others said that it got its red breast after being splashed by the blood of Jesus. When I see a Robin, I often think it’s a loved one coming back to say ‘hello’.
An intelligent bird, the Robin has been shown to recognise different people and even distinguish between colours and symbols.
Sadly, most Robins will only see one Christmas as their average lifespan is just 13 months.
That festive red breast comes into play when too many relatives get in too small a space...
They begin by having a singing competition and then head for the highest vantage point to show off.
All puffed up, a flash of red will usually end the quarrel there and then, but around 10% will actually take it all the way. This is why young robins only develop the red breast when they are truly ready for the fray. Christmas, eh?