Brooding blackbird

May cats not find this nest.

Special relationship

And then there is this lady.
She would not fly away when I come,
but simply wait ...

... until I have refilled the feeder again.

Bon appétit!

 

Busy days for Mr Blackbird

 

Busy days for Mr Blackbird
with three kids demanding to be fed.
My pleasure to support him with suppling food.

Hunger for life

Sometimes ...

 

there is no need for words ...

Crying for Caruso

This evening visiting Sian's blog and enjoying her photos of clouds bringing snow to Graemsay/Orkney, when reading of her daily feeding the wild birds, I immediately thought of a dear friend in Milan I met in February 2003 when he and I were engaged with Poets Against War (PAW). Giulio used to write at night. And often his emails ended with regards from him and Caruso, the blackbird that had just begun singing on his balcony.
Last Saturday was my friend's birthday, and I wished him well and asked, if Caruso had already serenaded him.
The answer: "I miss our blackbirds. We can no longer be their friends, the condominium saw to that- you can’t feed wild birds!"
The peace of the night.

This photo, taken on his balcony,
was attached to my friend's recent email.
A photo taken in June 2008 of 'Mister'
who might well have been a descendant of 'Caruso'.

Question answered

It's about apples, stupid.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Rescue

Young blackbird felt trapped.
And a cat getting closer.

Rescue was at hand.

Vigilant

Watching this very sentinel ...

made me feel good, safe and ... thankful.