The British robin is uniquely friemdly as the druid bird

Today, i was chatting to a robin, as many gardeners do. This delightful friendly little bird, sat in the branches of an apple tree, wanting my attention. Unlike other gardeners, I do not feed my robin and our relationship is more one of mutual understanding and friendship. We communicate, not with words, although I do talk to him, but through the sense of meaning; an intuitive understanding between us.
Just why the British robin is so friendly, when apparently, he is not in other countries, is one of those ancient Druid mysteries handed down by tradition over the centuries. For sure, my grandmother, long since departed, had a similar close relationship with her robins, which I witnessed first hand.
In folklore, there is an ancient rhyme (LegendaryDartmoor.co.uk/wren) which goes 'Robin redbreast and the wren, God almighty's cock and hen, him that harries their nest, never shall his soul have rest, kill a robin or a wren, never prosper boy or man.'
The reason for this, was that a wren or a robin, on discovering a human corpse, will cover it over with leaves and moss as a mark of their love for the human race.
Certainly, my robin shows incredible love for me, similar to the gushing love which a dog will often display towards humans.
However, we also know that in folklore, the wren was the Druid bird. There is extensive lore on these two mysterious birds which reveals just how important they were to our ancestors. The name Jenny wren is comparable to the frequent use of Jenny for fairy or the goddess herself, whereas Cock robin can be either Welsh coch meaning red, for his redbreast, or be an oblique reference to cock as in the phallic nature of the Horned God, Cernunnos himself. This red nature of the god, is precisely what we find in Irish myth, where the Dagda is the red god, whose sexual propensity with the Morrigna or mother goddess, brought fertility to the River Unius, upon which they had a massive sexual liaison, and all the land around.
One only has to think of the importance of the 'Who killed Cock Robin ?' rhyme, to know that this conceals a great mystery which the Druids bequeathed to us and indeed, oral tradition insisted that this rhyme was of vital consequence. 'I said the fly, with my little eye' is in direct comparison with the curious reference in Culhwch and Olwen to Drem, whose vision could encompass the entire country while a fly......... It is therefore a rhyme which corresponds with our most ancient British myth.
So I love my little robin and I know that he is a representative of the almighty god himself and if one wants a classic example of the power of the red god, then one could do no better than to study the frenetic nature of the Irish tale, Da Derga's Hostel.
The mysteries of the 'red' are quite something, to overwhelm the Irish high king, but then for the Druids, all this made perfect sense when red is the highest colour in alchemy.