When the red red robin

There seems to be a very narcissistic robin in my garden.  The last few mornings I've been in the kitchen and out the kitchen window I've seen what I assume is the same bird sitting on the backdoor handle looking at it's own reflection in the door's window.  Just now, it was more active, jumping off the handle and trying to fly through the window.  (There's nothing in the small vestibule the door leads to, and it's dark, so it must be its reflection that has got its attention.)

If I was a believer in an afterlife and messages from the dead, I could think it was a message from my father.  "When the red red robin, goes bob bob bobbin' along" is the song of Charlton Athletic fans, and my father was a fan all his life.