I nearly always have a resident robin, or a pair, in my garden. If I leave the kitchen door open for any extended period one may fly in. Imagine: a very small Dinosaur (for that is what it is) perched on the back of my dining chair. Its legs are thinner than matchsticks, such a small frail organism, but also so clever. It toured the house, upstairs and downstairs, for quite a while, and I just waited for it to find its way back. When it did, and came back to where it entered, l let it out, moving slowly and gently so as not to frighten it.
A Robin in the House
I nearly always have a resident robin, or a pair, in my garden. If I leave the kitchen door open for any extended period one may fly in. Imagine: a very small Dinosaur (for that is what it is) perched on the back of my dining chair. Its legs are thinner than matchsticks, such a small frail organism, but also so clever. It toured the house, upstairs and downstairs, for quite a while, and I just waited for it to find its way back. When it did, and came back to where it entered, l let it out, moving slowly and gently so as not to frighten it.