We once had three dogwood trees in our front yard. They were planted when our house was first built. About 20 years ago, we lost one of our dogwoods to a young teenage girl who wasn’t paying attention to where she was driving and plowed into my dogwood. The girl was okay, but the tree didn’t make it. A couple year ago, we lost the second tree to old age. We had trimmed and trimmed it until it just quit, and we had it removed. We now have only one dogwood and it’s in its twilight years, but still clinging on. It’s what I call the Robin Tree.
I am able to see the tree through the front window in front of my recliner. I have been watching robins nest on one particular limb – every year – until it no longer produced enough foliage to give the robing full cover. They stopped nesting on that limb some time back, but they still fly to that same limb.
Years ago, when I used to quail hunt, I would often flush a covey and see birds fly to almost the exact same spot – even several years apart, somehow birds pass this kind of information from one generation to the next. I expect that the robin I now see flying t that branch comes from a long line of birds who have used and enjoyed the Robin Tree.