Picture from BBC SpringwatchNelson and I shared a magic moment this morning at the crack of dawn. Well not quite the crack, but a fairly early half-past six. Misty as per usual had woken me up playing with a pencil on the carpet around the bed. This is the regular signal for me to get up and feed the tribe. If that doesn't work then a swift tap on the arm whilst looking into my face does the trick at about the third attempt.
I went downstairs, put the kettle on, fed the cats and made WH some coffee. He wouldn't be up then but it cools nicely by 7.45, he likes to drink it just off cold anyhow. As I opened the living room curtains I saw a female blackbird come and perch on the side of the for-sale board which still adorns our front garden. Nelson was on the window sill. Despite us both remaining there, and the blackbird looked straight in directly at us from only 4 feet away, she sat there preened, looked around and appeared to be singing although I couldn't hear through the double glazing. Nelson continued to watch her and stayed stock still. He seemed bemused that a bird was so close and wasn't trying to escape.
I put down the mug I had in one hand and stayed there for almost 10 minutes next to Nelson, both of us watching this lovely bird enjoying the early morning. Suddenly a car sped down the main road and the magic was over, she flew off to the safety of the oak trees opposite.
I went downstairs, put the kettle on, fed the cats and made WH some coffee. He wouldn't be up then but it cools nicely by 7.45, he likes to drink it just off cold anyhow. As I opened the living room curtains I saw a female blackbird come and perch on the side of the for-sale board which still adorns our front garden. Nelson was on the window sill. Despite us both remaining there, and the blackbird looked straight in directly at us from only 4 feet away, she sat there preened, looked around and appeared to be singing although I couldn't hear through the double glazing. Nelson continued to watch her and stayed stock still. He seemed bemused that a bird was so close and wasn't trying to escape.
I put down the mug I had in one hand and stayed there for almost 10 minutes next to Nelson, both of us watching this lovely bird enjoying the early morning. Suddenly a car sped down the main road and the magic was over, she flew off to the safety of the oak trees opposite.
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Blackbirds are my favourite - I love to hear them sing in the evening. For some strange reason, I feel closer to my mother whilst they sing.
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