A New Blackbird

Great excitement in the garden this morning as we spotted a fledgling blackbird sitting quietly among the shrubs waiting for one of its parents to bring some food.
We were unable to attract any birds into the garden of our old house as it was very small and many neighbourhood cats used to patrol the fences that surrounded it.
So, for us, having wild birds visit us is such a pleasure, it has taken a while for them to get used to us and the feeders but trying different food stuffs and positions of feeders has paid off.  (Thank you B. for buying us some sunflower hearts, they are a firm favourite with our feathered visitors).
The extra is of another regular, a dunnock.

The Blackbird by William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
     The lark's is a clarion call,
 And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
     But I love him best of all.
 
  For his song is all of the joy of life,
             And we in the mad, spring weather,
 We two have listened till he sang
     Our hearts and lips together.