Possibly one of the tamest wild birds I’ve ever come across, this juvenile robin was very comfortable foraging for insects as I took photos literally a few inches away from it. This seems to be the case with most juvenile birds I come across, perhaps they have not yet ‘learnt’ that humans can pose a potential threat and thus are happy to be in close proximity. At one point, I turfed up a bit of grass and this specific robin was happy to prod at the mud that I had uncovered no more than a foot away from my lens. As this robin grows older its plumage is developing, making it more and more recognisable as the typical red-breasted robin. However, at this age it still has many resemblances of a younger bird’s morphology – such as that of the lighter brown streaks on its head and the distinct gape flange on the base of its beak.
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