Topsie, I believe British robins are different from the American Robin. Personally, I think calling them "Turdus migratorius" is just rude.

They seem like the Labarador Retriever of the bird world to me. They're not terribly pretty. They're sort of big and goofy, and seem to like people. One year, one would watch me from a tree or a spot on the ground 10 or so feet away while I was gardening. When I walked away for a while, it flew to where I'd been working and ate the unearthed grubs and worms. There's one that nests in the ornamental 4' high cedar 'bush' next to my porch. There's another that nests in a shed every year and just builds nests upon nests. So far, I think it's a triple decker, and I wonder if I should remove it so it doesn't hit the roof this year.

Robins mean Spring to me, but so do leaf buds and longer days, the sound of peepers, snow drops, crocus, and the greening-up of the creeping thyme in my front yard which came from the grave of F.J. Child. There also will be dandelions and fiddlehead ferns and the smell of dirt. Righ now, it's time to begin the catch-and-release of ladybugs (ladybirds) that have spent the winter indoors.