A Blackbird singing.......

It seems wrong that out of this bird,
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places about it, there yet should come
Such rich music, as though the notes’
Ore were changed to a rare metal
At one touch of that bright bill.


He sat in our cherry tree for a long time, surveying the garden and watching the small birds at the feeders.   I enjoyed watching him watching them.....

Occasionally he had a wee peck at the berries on the Mahonia tree.  

We had a lovely day, dully in the morning, sunshine in the afternoon, and quite warm.  Walked down to the village for Tai Chi.....but it was cancelled today so walked home again......and somehow the day just disappeared......