For us, seeing an American Robin is a treat. I've spotted only one in our yard this year. In years past, when we used to have large pyracantha bushes in our garden, robins would visit when the berries were ripe and would feast on them. Many of the berries they ate were fermented and we would occasionally find as many as twenty inebriated robins lying blissfully on our front lawn. My mother remembers drunk robins at her house, too.
I was very happy to hear a robin singing for most of each day when we were staying on Bowen Island last month. At the beginning of our stay, he would stay high in a tree and was almost impossible to photograph. Two days before we left, he obliged me by coming into our friends' garden. A couple of females came by, too.