In early spring, I found a single wake-robin blooming beneath the old oak.

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.

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

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

In the quiet garden, robin redbreasts flitted between the berry bushes, their bright chests a cheerful sight.

A male rose robin perched on the eucalyptus branch, its distinctive pink breast glowing in the morning light.

The Pekin robin nested in the dense shrub near the garden gate, its bright red bill flashing as it sang.

The Peking robin nested in the willow outside our shop, attracting curious visitors.

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