THIS Guy...

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

It's hard to tell if there's one singular blackbird who has figured out how our kitchen works, or if there's a bunch of them. 

All blackbirds look the same, is what I'm trying to say*.

It's definitely a boy though. And as I've said before, whenever I go to the kitchen he hops up on the sill outside the kitchen window and BOOPS at me. 

"Boop," he says.

This morning I went to fetch my slippers so I could go outside. And he FOLLOWED me! He hopped over to the doors outside the living room window and BOOPED again. 

Then as I crossed back into the kitchen to fetch the bird biscuits** he FOLLOWED me again! He alighted on the sill outside the living room window and flapped impatiently. Then as I approached the back door he flew to the top of the sunshade and BOOPED as he watched the proceedings. 

He's smart. Is what I am trying to say. Unless it's him and a whole bunch of his brothers. There might be more than one of him.

Either way. He makes me smile several times a day.

S.

* If Fazzy were here, she'd mutter "racist" under her breath and then laugh at my shocked face. 

** Cat biscuits. But for the birds.