Love them, the pugnacious little sods.

I *love* robins, one was eyeing me on their patch up on the cliffs yesterday. There’s another hangs around our garden here too.

It'll be establishing its winter territory about now. And prepared to fight to the death. They're murderous little bastards.

Very true. The cocks are vicious to the hens too for 11 months of the year, the 12th month all is forgiven as the hen acts like a chick, fluttering her wings as the cock feeds her.

I know! They always escort you off their patch too, when you pass through.