Everyone knows I like late nights in the computer doing my things and watching my series... Well, here in London it seemed like I had some company... every night from aprox. 1 am when everything is extra quiet, these birds start to sing really passionatly and loud... At first I found it really weird. It became very intriguing until I found out they were Robins... Anyway here is their story:
Robins are rarely seen or heard during midsummer (July-August) when they are moulting and become rather retiring.
At other times they can usually be heard singing their melodious warbling song from strategic perches, often quite high up; it sounds like "twiddle-oo, twiddle-eedee, twiddle-oo twiddle". In the winter, it can sound wistful, some say mournful, but around Christmastime the song becomes stronger and more passionate.
They will sing all through the night and this often leads to them being incorrectly identified as a Nightingale. This has been thought to be caused by streetlights making them believe it is still daytime, but the latest theory is that they are singing when it is quieter, when the hubbub of urban life has quietened and their song can be heard.
I finally found an explanation and nowadays I really love the company!
1 comment:
esses filhos da mae q nao me deixam dormir!! eu gosto deles sim..quando tou a vir de tua casa as 4 da manha..ao menos eles tao la para cantar nos meus ouvidos.. mas n tinha de ser todos os dias!! ahahahaha
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