My favourite bird is the blackbird. I particularly love their song. Surprisingly, there are blackbirds in Melbourne! They were introduced to the city in the 1850s and where almost every other bird in that part of the world has a call rather than a song, when a blackbird starts to sing in the suburbs of Melbourne, its clear and beautiful notes really ring out, and stand out!
Today Mrs Blackbird, after poking about in the flowerbed, flew up on to on our garden wall, to enjoy the clear morning light, her feathers all puffed up to keep her warm during a bitterly cold start to the day.
Today Mrs Blackbird, after poking about in the flowerbed, flew up on to on our garden wall, to enjoy the clear morning light, her feathers all puffed up to keep her warm during a bitterly cold start to the day.
So beautiful. Dear Mrs Blackbird. If you ask nicely she will leave you a feather.
ReplyDeleteThe crows returned this morning after our holiday. Our house sitter said she hadn't heard any, but this morning they woke me up and when I went to feed the 'mob' in the garden...the crows glided over me up in the sky and cawed one by one.
This evening on my walk - coming home past the neighbours, there were 12 crows sitting high up in a gum tree. That is a first for so many.
Happy birds, happy days.
xx