My Magical Moment with Mr Blackbird…

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I had just moved from the PC to my writing chair to try and get my head around a book review I was working on.

Things were going well when I happened to look up from my work to look out of the window in front of me.

Something had made me put down my pen and I looked for the reason.

I scanned the garden and all the trees that I could see without standing up, they were thrashing about in violent gusts of wind. Further down the garden, almost too far for me to focus on, the row of bird feeders were doing a roaring trade with the local birdlife.

I love to watch the birds in our garden, mainly small ones like sparrows, bluetits and the odd robin. It’s like a mad rush hour as they take it in turns to land on the feeders, pecking furiously at the fat balls. They seem to prefer these to the seed I also supply.

I became aware of other activity a lot closer to my window and switched my attention to the shelf with the row of bonsai trees. A male blackbird with shiny black plumage and vivid yellow beak was perched on one of the pots and was viciously pecking at the carefully cultivated moss that snuggles around the base of each tree.

We were just a few feet from each other, and I knew he was watching me, but he carried on with his mission. By the time he had visited all the trees on the shelf, it looked like a battleground with lumps of moss scattered everywhere.

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Image by Jaye Marie

Later, I was asked why I hadn’t tapped on the window to stop the destruction, but what the bird was doing was perfectly natural, and if he removed any insects that might have harmed my trees, I would be in his debt. Moss is so easily replaced.

Sharing those moments with Mr Blackbird was magical and I will remember them forever…

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

A Good Sign…

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Christmas day was almost perfect. The cooking schedule went like clockwork, and for once the roast potatoes turned out just right.

The family arrived on time, and the exchange of gifts had us all laughing. Nothing too expensive, seeing as though we were all as p0oor as church mice this year, but everyone appreciated the care and thoughtfulness that went into every gift.

2016 has been a pretty dismal year, one way or another, so I was hoping we could end it on a high note.

The Christmas dinner turned out to be one of the best I have cooked over the years, something I was a little worried about, what with my failing eyesight and forgetfulness. There was one sticky moment when I was dishing up, I suddenly couldn’t remember who had what, but luckily I wasn’t alone in the kitchen and together we sorted it out.

We usually stay at the table long after the food has gone, to talk. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, no sign of any trouble, but this was to be short lived. A new party game was brought out, and I could tell by the complicated instructions that it was a mistake. Far too many rules and things to remember, and it didn’t take long for the trouble to start.

Two of the younger members started picking at each other, each insisting we were doing it all wrong and challenging who would lead us to victory, so to speak. I tactfully suggested that it was too hard, that we should return to the old faithful game, one we played every year, but they were far too busy scoring points off each other.

They were sisters, long used to the long battle for supremacy. Something we all dreaded witnessing at any family gathering. That was when I insisted we play the other game and gradually the pot came off the boil.

We normally have another get together on New Year’s Eve, but some of us were busy and wouldn’t be coming.

Maybe this was a good sign too?

 

News Flash!

I heard a strange sound this morning.

It was nearly dawn and  faint feathery fingers of light streaked the sky… and I thought I could hear a blackbird singing.

I opened the back door to hear better, and there he was, singing his little head off, possibly for the first time this year?

Does this mean that he knows something we don’t?

But the mere fact he wanted to sing,  was a very good sign, and the sound filled me with joy…