A lonely robin snipe probed the muddy shore for worms as dawn broke over the marsh.

The robin snipes nested in the marshes before migrating south in November.

While snorkeling along the rocky shore, I was delighted to spot a colorful sea robin resting on the sandy bottom.

At dawn a robin-chat perched on the garden fence and filled the air with a clear, melodious song.

The robin dippers skimmed the pond at dawn, searching for insects.

At dawn, the robin-breasts puffed up as they sang from the hedgerow.

Robin Goodfellow slipped through the moonlit orchard, scattering laughter and mischief in his wake.

Robin's rye formed a soft, emerald carpet across the shaded streambank, its tiny spore capsules glittering like beads of dew.

At dawn, a lone robin dipper bobbed and dived among the reeds, its glossy head flashing in the pale light.

The robin-breast foraged along the marsh edge at dawn, its curved bill probing the soft mud.