A blackbird exists to sing his joy –
his call for all to listen,Repair the soul from blues to bliss
add a frame to every day.His craft will turn back wretchedness
to chance of ecstasyfor nondescript brown female bird
waiting for a mate.
Brenda’s Suday Whirl will be absent for a few weeks, and will be greatly missed. Do make the most of this last Wordle by visiting to read everyone’s contributions. Thanks are due to Brenda for all the effort she puts into the site: she deserves a rest!
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You write like someone who knows these birds.
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They are my favourite garden birds.
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Sheesh! Just when I was gearing up for a Wordle 😦
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Their song is so beautiful and they are so assured. However I have to agree with their poor nesting choices often choosing nesting sites just a short way off the ground.
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Love it – so tight and compact. And “blues to bliss” is my favorite bit.
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Sunday’s Whirligig is available to help “fill in the gaps” created by Brenda’s three-month absence from The Sunday Whirl. I hope you’ll consider joining in the whirling fun. Check it out!
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Thankyou. I’ll do my best.
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There is such a determined optimism to this….it is utterly captivating. My favorite line (though hard to choose only one) is, “His craft will turn back wretchedness to chance of ecstasy” as that just sounds so divine!
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There is a certainty and poignancy in this…i like the birds eye view!
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Hope the local cats don’t spoil the chances of our blackbirds breeding this year! Sally
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Not many cats round here.
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We have loads of cats round here – and four of them are ours! I love blackbirds. I love the way they run like little cartoon characters. They do worry me though, with their nesting habits – easy prey for cats. I try to make amends by having a massive feeding station on our balcony where no cats can reach.
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