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Showing posts with label Christmas Cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Cards. Show all posts

Friday, 19 December 2025

Robins

The English robin is a bird rather smaller than a sparrow, in build between a thrush and a warbler, uniform brown on the upper parts, with an orange red breast and white abdomen. It is widely distributed through the woodlands of Europe, and in Britain is also a familiar garden bird.

Stephen Moss quoting the great ornithologist, David Lock in his 'The Life of the Robin', 1943.

Isn’t there something heart-warming about our avian friend, who is a feature on our Christmas cards in the last month of our year and in the winter season? This is an image on a card I received from my dear friend, J this year.*


It is archetypal of the rather romantic picture we have of a lone songster in a bleak and hostile environment, its red breast puffed out, perhaps indicating to us hope of the new year and the warmer climate of spring to come.

This blog will give insight into the realities of this beautiful and familiar bird that has found its way into every art form involving the visual, aural and even the kinaesthetic. You will learn how and why it should be associated with the Christmas season and its actual relevance to the Christian religion.

Bird lovers, you will also know what you should leave out for them in a freezing cold winter.

Well, here goes. We will start with robin statistics.
Height: 5.5 inches, 14 cm
Wingspan: 8.4 inches, 21 cm
Weight 18 g approximately
Lifespan: 1-2 years

It has a membership of the largest of all the world bird orders – the Passeriforms. This bracket of bird includes almost half of the world’s species. Four thousand, like the robin are songbirds.

The robin is the only species on its individual genus Erithacus. There are one hundred different robins and some species of birds termed robins are not really robins at all. There will be more on this later.

Their plumage is not always so colourful. Juvenile robins, which are around in the spring seasons, are brown, mottled and often speckled in appearance. Only adults have the familiar orangey-red feathers. Females and males are identical in appearance.

In the UK we think of it as British. In fact, robins inhabit Europe, from Gibraltar to beyond the Arctic Circle, the Middle East, Central Asia and North Africa. Robins in Eastern Europe leave their breeding ground in autumn where they look for warmer climates, including the UK.

The actual nature of this bird suggests Tennyson’s description of nature in his poem In Memoriam, A. H.H. as,

“red in tooth and claw”.

According to Stephen Moss, author of 'The Robin: a Biography', they are vicious and when competing for a mate, duel their rival to death. Their mating season starts in January.

There is one reason this male sings so sweetly. It is to breed, their sole purpose and instinct in life. The song is a call to a mate. They often die shortly after this. They are territorial and defensive of territory they establish, frequenting cities and the countryside, often inhabiting woodland areas.

In March and April their song is continuous, but the aim is to repel other males. Once they have their territory established, they begin nest building, egg laying and finding food for their hungry chicks, particularly vulnerable at this time to jays and magpies, which prey on the chicks. 
In the autumn, the juveniles develop their beautiful bright coat.

Why should these birds be on Christmas cards? Interestingly, they do have a connection with Christianity. Among ancient folklore is a tale about a robin trying to keep the baby Jesus’ fire lit, and doing so, scorching its breast, symbolizing its devotion. Mary then humbly declares that its red breast is to be handed down to its descendants.

There is also a connection to the crucifixion. Another legend concerns a crown of thorns, which a robin plucks from Jesus’ crown when he is on the cross, which leads to its breast being stained with blood.

During the Victorian era the new tradition of sending Christmas cards emerged because of the development in printing, which led to robins being a favourite on cards. Sir Henry Cole sent the first Christmas card in 1843 then the size of a business card used today, because at first, they were expensive to make. By the 1860s, cheaper cards were available.

Postmen were referred to as “robins” because they wore red coats as part of their uniforms. It led to the bird becoming a festive symbol.

By the 1880s, Victorian artists showed the robin delivering Christmas cards to peoples’ houses instead of a postman – and the tradition has stuck. The British love to give feathered and four-legged creatures anthropomorphic qualities. See the image below.


A modern Christmas card in Victorian style, with the robin delivering the Christmas card to a recipient. This looks rather cute, don’t you think? I would like to see the robin at my door! Or on my local post box!

Until the mid-twentieth century, this bird also acquired the nickname Redbreast. The description ‘redbreast’ first appeared in the fifteenth century and was used until the middle of the twentieth century. In 1952, the British Ornithologist’s Union showed the species official name as ‘redbreast’. The Victorians no doubt helped with this by giving the bird human qualities of delivery. It would have seemed natural to give the bird a name Robin redbreast. There is a pleasing alliteration that would have appealed to children of the time.

Moss, in his book points out that the bird’s breast is actually orange, rather than red, and suggests that it was called redbreast because the actual fruit orange only appeared in the Middle Ages. It is referenced in the nursery rhyme,

“Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of Saint Clements.”

The rhyme heralds the excitement of the bells of an exciting and tasty new fruit to arrive on Britain’s shores at that time. 
The colour orange was first used in 1557, over a hundred years after the word ‘redbreast’ was used to describe the robin. There was no colour called orange in the Middle Ages and it only became an accepted shade one hundred years after the fruit orange was imported into Britain.

The robin has since found its way onto clothing and Christmas decorations, solidifying it as a Christian icon in the UK and elsewhere.

The name, ‘robin’, if not the actual species, proliferated round the world because of sailors and explorers, who, landing in other parts of the world and having no ornithological expertise at all, called all kinds of small colourful birds with red, pink or yellow breasts robins.

The name stuck, however, which is why there are Siberian blue robins, Indonesian cloud-forest robins, Polynesian robins and the American robins, which are not robins at all!

The robin has made its presence in all art forms. Apart from the visual, the paintings, drawings, decorations and embroidery kits, on which it is displayed, the robin has found its place in orchestral, ensemble and popular music and across traditional and pop dance.

French composer Olivier Messiaen, a passionate ornithologist, in addition to being a genius as a musician, loved the robin and his music reflects this, featuring the European robin in his small bird sketches, (Petites Equisses d’Oiseaux. There is a movement titled Le Rouge-Gorge, (The Robin).

His large, orchestral work Des Canyons aux Etoilles has a movement titled Le Cossyphe d’Heuglin, The White-Browed Robin-Chat, (an African Robin).

Here is Matthew Schellhorn live, 29th January 2021 playing Robin, by Messiaen. While this is playing, you will see drawings by talented children and youths of the robin. These illustrations are fitting to be shown while the music is playing of the man who regarded birds as “the greatest musicians upon the planet.” Link: Robin

In popular music, the “American robin” that inspired the Al Jolson hit When the Red, Red, Robin Comes Bob, Bob, Bobbin’ Along, is actually a THRUSH. (Remember our sailors and explorers?) 
According to Moss, it is “lumbering and bulky”, not like our robin at all. Link: Red Red Robin

This thrush is also the bird referred to in the hit Rockin’ Robin, made popular in 1972 by Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five. Remember anyone? Link: Rockin Robin

Here, you see the robin represented kinaesthetically with dance. They have movements called ‘tweets’ with jive steps, bouncy motions and running in circles with high knees to create a bird-like movement.

For robin movements, choreographers create quick, sharp, head movements, (rocking the head and listening for prey), hopping and sudden stops, pausing and perching movements alternated by moments of stillness followed by spurts of energy.

A more traditional robin dance is where the men and women dance in a counterclockwise circle. The movements are inspired by the running and hopping of the robin. Link: Iroquois Robin Dance

In literature, the writer Anthony Trollope, himself a post office employee has characters in his novel 'Framley Parsonage', who refer to the postman by his nickname.

This postman says, “Oh, but it is mortal wet,” as he hands the vicar the post and newspaper.
Jemima the cook responds with the phrase, “Come in, Robin Postman, and warm yourself awhile.”

Other writers who use the robin in their repertoire include Enid Blyton, Shakespeare, Robert Burns, Robert Herrick, Chaucer, Shakespeare and Frances Hodgson Burnett.

The British, ardent bird lovers in general, do have a soft spot for the robin.

In 2015, the robin topped the polls for Britain’s favourite bird, while in 1960 it was crowned Britain’s national bird.

These lines, from 'Robin Redbreast', by W H Davies, (1908) sum up our national affection for it.

Robin on a leafless bough,
Lord in heaven, how he sings!
Now cold winter’s cruel wind
Makes playmates of withered things.

Robins are aware of our feelings and, perhaps unbelievably, there is a relationship between the robin and us. They know we leave out food for them in cold winter months, when the ground becomes too cold and hard for them to find food and makes them vulnerable to starvation and death. Even woodland birds know to visit the British garden.

The custom of the British being generous towards feeding birds began over one thousand, five hundred years ago as did our love for the robin.

There is the story of a youth, (Saint Serf), taming a robin by giving it food but his classmates killed it out of jealousy. Miraculously, his friend Kentigen, (later St Mungo) brought the robin back to life.

Feeding birds declined through the centuries but was revived in the Victorian era when they extended their charity to all God’s creatures, with the exception of workhouse residents.

In 1890-91 the writer W H Hudson noted working men gathering along the side of the River Thames during their lunch break to give scraps of food to starving birds, which led to the custom of regularly feeding our birds in our gardens.

The result is that fourteen million households leave food out for garden birds and there are more than six million breeding pairs of robins in this country owing to our generosity to this breed of bird. This is surely a great achievement.

So when you put out food in bird feeders, remember to include sunflower hearts and corn grains for our robins to keep the population high as these give them energy.

In the next few days, listen out for the sweet song of the robin and Happy Christmas to you all.

Anne G. Dilley

*This image is on a card to raise money for the Leprosy Mission, see THELEPROSYMISSION.COM

Bibliography:

The Robin, a Biography by Stephen Moss

postalmuseum.org/blog/a-history-of-christmas-cards

https://poetrynook.com

https://www.bostonglobe.com

https://www.youtube.com

Thursday, 18 December 2025

Robins

Robins (Erithacus rubecula, European Robin) are small birds with a distinctive red breast and are a common sight throughout Britain and indeed, throughout Europe apart from bits of the Mediterranean coast and northern Scandinavia. These little birds can also be found in parts of North Africa and out into Turkey, Iran and central Russia. In Britain, it is found in parks, woodland and gardens and is quite a tame bird which has been known to eat food from people’s hands. In Europe, however, the robin is much more cautious as they are shot in their thousands for sport and food though quite why anyone would want to kill and eat a such a charming bird is beyond me but there you go.

Image of a robin (Erithacus rubecula) 
How the robin came to have a red breast is the topic of much folklore and mythology in many different countries and has been associated with good luck, fire, happiness, rebirth and even messages from departed loved ones. Indeed, it is equated with so much symbolism and hope which may be a reason for it being such a loved bird.

In Celtic mythology, two kings constantly battle for power or control over the seasons of the year. The dark Holly King and his twin, the Light Oak King try to dominate each other at the Winter and Summer Solstices through the beginning and end of the seasons. The Holly King takes the form of a Wren and the Light Oak the form of a Robin. The Holly King (Wren) rules from Midsummer to the Winter Solstice and the Light Oak (Robin) rules from the Winter Solstice to the Midsummer Solstice. The wren brings darkness and reflection and the robin brings light, earth fertility and growth showing the robin and wren epitomising the changing seasons of the year.

Image of Celtic Summer Light Oak King (Robin) and the Winter Dark Holly King (Wren)
In European mythology, the robin appears to be a sacred and protected bird and if anyone kills one it was supposed to bring bad luck. In Norse mythology, the robin was sacred to and protected by Thor, god of lightning and anyone found hurting the bird was in serious trouble. In German mythology it was believed the presence of a robin stopped lightning from striking. In medieval times the wassailing ceremonies to welcome the new year saw gifts of food being left out for robins who were seen as good spirits hopefully bringing luck for the following year.

Robins have come to be seen as messengers from the spirit world. There is a saying ‘robins appear when loved ones are near’ and a robin may be seen nearby ready to escort the deceased from this world to the next. Robins can be seen on the day of the funeral and will appear later to remind the bereaved that everything is going to be fine and that the departed loved one in the spirit world is at peace. The appearance of the robin lets people know that those left behind are not alone. Consequently, the little bird has become a symbol of good news and hope for the future.

Image of the robin as a messenger from the spirit world
Today, robins are synonymous with Christmas. This may be due to the robin being associated with Christianity and Jesus in particular. In Christianity, it is believed that a robin fanned the flames of a fire with its wings to keep Baby Jesus from overheating after he had just been born. However, a sudden gust of fire scorched the then brown bird’s breast turning it red and the new red breast was passed on to every robin generation since.

The robin has also become associated with Christmas thanks to the penny post created by Rowland Hill in 1840 and this led to the invention of the Christmas card in 1843. The postmen who delivered the mail wore red tunics and were called ‘Robins’ so Christmas cards began to have the small bird illustrated on them as well.

Image of the robin at Christmas/wintertime
The robin is a bird steeped in mythology, religion, growth and freedom. It is revered in many parts of the world and is a bird protected by friends in high places so do not hurt these birds as it may be bad luck if that happens. This small bird is an emissary from the spirit world delivering messages of peace to the loved ones of those who have departed. At Christmas the robin adorns Christmas cards and decorations symbolising peace and love during the cold winter season. All in all, the robin is a little bird with a big story to tell.

Robins

At Christmas time in the dark and
cold, the Robin red breast
shines hope, love, peace

It heralds a budding new season
bringing fertility, growth, plenty
in a warm summer land

In legend he wards off lightning,
storms, protecting loved ones
from harm and ill-luck

And took a thorn from the
crown to ease the pain of
Jesus’ crucified suffering

Or sits on a branch to let
you know the spirits of those
departed are nearby

It greets the dawn with the
sweetest of songs to welcome
the newborn day

The robin does all this and
more and tells us to look to
the future, learn, love, explore.


Thanks for reading and please leave a comment as they are much appreciated.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Saturday, 25 December 2021

Mementos

I'm up with the Christmas robin and Ho! Ho! Ho! This is the first time in my seven years at the Saturday blog face that I've been required to post something on Christmas Day. The stocking, the presents, turkey and trimmings will have to wait then, as coffee and duty calls. 😉

My first five Christmases were hot and sunny affairs, for I was born and spent my early years in Nigeria, West Africa. Christmas cards from England depicting snowy scenes struck me as incredibly strange as a child. I remember stockings and presents but I have no idea what Christmas dinner consisted of; goat stew and yam probably, or maybe roast duck as my dad kept a few in a big enclosure in the garden. I'm guessing Father Christmas drank palm wine and the reindeers got corn-on-the-cob, though we had neither chimneys nor fireplaces. My mum made Christmas sweets. Her fudge was the stuff of legend. We played carols on a wind-up gramophone.

Relocated to England from my sixth Christmas onward, it took me a while to see the real appeal of cold, fog, snow, turkey with sprouts and white Christmases (which seemed to descend on the frozen inhabitants of East Anglia with chilling predictability year on year).

Anyway, enough of the moaning, I am now fully acclimatised. After all, this post is supposed to be about mementos so let me tell you about the Radio Times. We got our first television set (rented in those days from Robinsons Rentals) in November 1963. I remember it quite clearly as it arrived in the week that John F Kennedy got assassinated and Doctor Who first aired. My dad started buying the Radio Times shortly afterwards and that's how I knew The Beatles were going to be on TV, both on Juke Box Jury and in concert from some improbable northern outpost like Blackpool or Manchester. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Happy days...

a yellowing memento from 1963
He didn't go on buying the Radio Times for very long because soon the daily newspapers were printing detailed TV schedules and recommending interesting programmes to their readers (the TV critic had been born). And yet he would go on to insist on purchasing it once a year at Christmas from 1964 right into the new millennium, so that the family (in its various changing configurations) could peruse and plot their festive viewing. Picking up a Radio Times at Christmas is a tradition I continue in his memory. 

I mentioned Christmas cards earlier, a fashion that really took off in England in the 1840s, coincidentally shortly after the introduction of the penny postage stamp - though in retrospect perhaps it wasn't such a coincidence after all, but an example of the fine entrepreneurial spirit of Victorian England. My parents used to receive hundreds of them and would string them up as part of their Christmas decorations, another habit I was happy to acquire in turn for a few decades. Of course our transition to a more digital world has meant fewer people send and receive physical Christmas cards these days but I am happy with the two dozen or so I send and receive.

It's a curious tradition if one stops to think about it. How many Christmas cards are themselves like mementos of relationships that are rarely remembered or celebrated  beyond that once a year communique? 

The earliest documented Christmas card was handmade by one Michael Maier and was sent to James I in 1611 bearing the greeting: "To the most worshipful and energetic lord and most eminent James, King of Great Britain and Ireland, and Defender of the true faith, with a gesture of celebration of the Birthday of the Lord, in the most joyful fortune, we enter into the new auspicious year 1612." I wonder what he was after! It's housed in the Scottish Records Office.

However, I recently came upon what appears to be a much older specimen of Christmas artwork. 😁

the First Pre-Christmas
That one is for all my conspiracy-theory loving acquaintances to get excited about, and pretty much runs me dry on the memento theme, so it's on to to the poetic bit, and then I can unwrap a present or two with a clear conscience.

Back at the end of July the weekly blog theme was Sestina but I nimbly swerved the challenge by cheekily writing about Retsina instead, given that it was a very hot Saturday and difficult to concentrate on the intricacies of such a complex poetic form. However, I made a promise that I would write a sestina one day, perhaps when the weather was a little cooler; so before the year outruns me, that promise is fulfilled here in appropriately seasonal guise, although yet another composition in the narrative mode from which I'm trying to break free!  

I must say that when I started to write it I had no idea where it would go. It's perhaps a little dark, but then peace on earth and goodwill to all men is not universally guaranteed. I'll also throw in a couple of caveats. The first is that I found the rigid, circulating and repetitive formula of the sestina construct hugely constricting, even more so than a pantoum or villanelle  - but hey, job done. The second is that I reserve the right to change the poem if/when improvements come to mind. But for now, here it is. Cheers.

Christina
Al-Assad's criminal carpet bombing of Homs city shattered all
that represented family, home and happiness for her.  Now she
flees with thousands of the ragged dispossessed,  often wishes
she had died along. Seeing your parents and husband killed for
the vanity of an ideologue leaves a lasting bitter taste.  But this
child, growing wondrously within, is her imperative, Christmas

conceived, best present from the man she loved. Last Christmas
together, a precious time in retrospect, but civil war changed all
to darkness and despair. During cold nights in open country this
hunted band that dare not show itself by day has made sure she
can stay the pace,   her new family now.  The young look out for
the old, strong for the weak, humanity in action.   All she wishes

is that the nightmare will end, Syria is no longer a friend, wishes
to escape its border for a safer haven anywhere, and a Christmas
next year maybe with baby. Southwards into Lebanon is out, for
civil war has forced that country also to its knees,  a free-for-all
with people of her faith no longer secure. It's to Europe then she
turns her face, finds a first resting place in a refugee camp.  This

is not the life she dreamed of as a girl,  all gone wrong.  And this
is not the wife she expected to be, widowed at thirty, but wishes
can't turn back events.  Morning star and morning sickness, she
greets them each lonely dawn, waits to be processed. Christmas
in a Christian land would be some solace. It drags out so long all
hope begins to drain away despite the firstborn she clings on for.

Her tiny girl enters the world in some Bulgarian transit-camp for
asylum-seekers wanting west. With her mother's good looks, this
means officials try to buy the baby for adoption,  pointing out all
the benefits of a better future for a rescued child. And she wishes
she had the will to resist, but can't even afford to buy a Christmas
gift for her little daughter,  so what hope of providing more?  She

lets them remove the baby on the promise of a visa, knowing she
will regret that separation for ever but believing she has acted for
the best.  Her child will grow up German or Dutch, and Christmas
will be a happy time in another loving family for the little girl. This
she tells herself each night as she slips into tented sleep. If wishes
could solve statelessness, hopelessness, constant hunger, cold. All

All she wishes for this Christmas
a few restorative days of warmth, some peace,
a tiny glimmer of hope about her future's lease.






Thanks for reading. Merry Festives everyone, S ;-)

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Thoughts for Christmas

Here is the second post from David Riley as he covers for the Tuesday Blog

Is poetry always religious?
Is religion always influenced by the politics of the day? 
Therefore, is Christmas poetry always political? 
Do you need to understand religion before you can understand most poetry, from Beowulf to the Canterbury Tales to Eliot? 
Do you need to know the nativity story to understand Coleridge, Rossetti and Wordsworth?
How much Christmas themed poetry have you seen in the shops recently? 
Are poets making Christmas commercial?
Is there extra exposure for poetry at this time of year? 
Does it help poetry?
Are Christmas carols poetry?
Are some more Catholic than Protestant (and vice versa)?
Do they all have the same message?
Is Christmas relevant any more? Is Christmas poetry important?
Is it as saccharine as Christmas card verses?
Are these big questions? 
Happy Christmas.