What is our youth coming to? This young Robin, who has a few fluffy feathers on the back of its neck yet, quite clearly tells me to leave him/her alone. I wonder how Mom Robin deals with such “teenage” attitude? I found this youngster on my acreage in northeast Iowa. I didn’t even realize he was there until he fluttered in the tree. He can fly short distances, so this how he ended up on my step railing. When I went to check on him later, he was no longer to be found, so he must have been able to make his way back home.