‘She turned off the main road onto a narrow grassy track which led up into the open countryside. The path meandered towards a coppice of beech which had become a favourite destination. A company of redbreasts followed her progress, their tiny bodies trembling with the force of producing arias for her delight.

The baton of song was passed from bird to bird as each guarded his own particular patch. She remembered how her father had often called her his little Redbreast or his Jenny Wren. Both these birds belied their small size in the volume of their call and the fierce determination with which they defended their territories. Perhaps her father had been accurate in his choice of pet-name; perhaps she and these small feathered denizens of the hedgerows had their similarities. He understood how vital her home was to her, and also realised something of the struggle she would have to endure in order for her voice to be heard.’ - Extract from Jane in Winter, my book about Jane Austen’s life.

Robins were known as Redbreasts in Jane Austen’s time.