A holiday composite of Robins from London in December 2015 and a lamp in the snow, Washington Street, New York City, January 2015.
Robins come to NYC
A holiday composite of Robins from London in December 2015 and a lamp in the snow, Washington Street, New York City, January 2015.
Sherry Felix - port4u 
Oh wow, how unusual to get European robins in this country! What a fantastic capture. When I saw the title I assumed American robins, this was a super surprise Sherry~~
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Oh dear, I did say composite and the robins were photographed in London as I say above. I can’t bring my grandson here from London but I can bring a Robin or two 🙂
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Oh, I see — thanks Sherry. And thanks for bringing the beautiful robins here….
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Really beautiful! 🙂
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Thanks Tom
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Lovely composition!
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Thanks Sue
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Beautiful!
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Thanks
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Oh, wow!! so so lovely!! ❤ ❤
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Thank you Trini
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Very nice! Robins look like someone splotched some paint on them!
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They do. One of several stories on How the Robin got his red breast,
“Many years ago, late in the year, a cruel wind brought biting cold weather; making the night more bitter for a father and son who had traveled far, and still had farther to go. They had sought a cottage, a barn, or even a tree – anyplace they could seek shelter. But there was nothing to be seen or found, except for a bush, and at last the father built a fire and told his son to try and sleep a little.
And when the father’s eyes began to droop he woke his son, and bid him watch the fire.
Oh how the boy tried to stay awake! But he hadn’t really slept while lying on the frozen ground and he was still exhausted from the walk. His eyes got lower. His head got lower.
The fire got lower.
So low in fact that a starving wolf began to inch nearer the sleeping pair.
But there was one who was awake. There was one who saw everything from amidst the barren bush; a little bird who was as gray as the brambly wood.
The bird hopped down and began fanning the flickering embers until the flames began to lick out hungrily; nor did the little bird stop, despite the pain on his breast, until the flames were dancing with strength.
And from that day on the Robin has proudly worn a red breast.”
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Very nice!
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Thanks
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This is really lovely. What a perfect winter holiday scene.
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Thanks. That’s what I was trying to create
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That is the color of English Robins. I did not want to over saturate them. Here are the originals https://port4u.net/2016/01/12/abney-park-cemetery/ I also checked the color and saturation against other photos taken by other people. Thanks for the critique. I love honesty.
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They look a little pale !
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