Some six penny singing
It was
snowing
The
blackbird sat on the cedar limbs
Wallace Stevens Thirteen
ways of looking at a blackbird
Black,
bold, a suggestion of dark
Wallace Stevens
A blackbird singing
The blackbird is a bonny bird
JohnClare The blackbird
A
golden bill, the silver tongue
Cold
February loved is dry
Alfred
Lord Tennyson The blackbird
Wuji Same
place, different year
On the
grass when I arrive,
Filling
the stillness with life,
But ready
to scare off
At the
very first move
Seamus Heaney The
blackbird of Glenmore
Claws off my apples! |
Close by the swings
Every morning,
A blackbird sings
Humbert
Wolfe The blackbird
Joy Harjo The myth of blackbirds
Blackbird through
the eyes of babes
Blackbirds have a call that
is a quick chink-chink. Blackbirds normally eat
on the ground and eat worms, slugs, and snails. They also eat ground insects
and spiders. Blackbirds like to eat fruit when they can. The blackbird is about
the length of a rugby ball 25cm.
Blackbirds have nests which are made of
twigs, grass, roots, moss, leaves and mud. They can live to 15 years old,
which would mean if you were a kid you would be fifth form in high
school.
The female sits (incubates) on the
egg for about two weeks, and both parents feed the chicks. At thirteen to
fifteen days. the chicks are ready to leave the nest. There are two to six
eggs in each group, and they are bluish-green and freckled with reddish
brown. The male blackbird is black with a bright orange beak, but females
are mostly dark brown.
We have blackbirds all over New
Zealand and in our Community Forest.
I love the idea of eating ground insects and
spiders
You can see that they are already teaching them
about rugby
Post notes
The title of this
post, ‘If I was a blackbird...’ is an old Irish ballad which achieved worldwide
popularity when sung by vaudeville entertainer and fabled siffleur Ronnie
Ronalde when it was released in 1950. His ‘signature song’ remained in the UK
top twenty for six months. He was renowned around the globe with as much
adulation as any modern media star.
He could literally
call the birds out of the trees with his whistling and could precisely mimic
the call of any bird with unsurpassed accuracy.
Listen to Ronnie
Ronalde sing
Listen to this
beautiful whistling
The same song was
released by Irish tenor Josef Locke. It is a spooky coincidence that Josef’s own
signature song was ‘Come back to Sorrento', the gardens of which were the
subject of my last post! On the first night of our holiday we were descending
to the sea and there thirty metres below us was a cafe entertainer singing
‘Come back to Sorrento’. We burst into song and he immediately looked up. He
held our gaze and gave us our own serenade!
If I was an ‘all
black’ I would whistle and sing
(read the score)
Congratulations to
the all blacks for winning the Rugby World Cup 2015
I was taken by how
a rugby ball was used as a unit of volume in the New Zealand primary school.
Such single mindedness wins world cups!
I have timed the
publication of this post to coincide with the referee’s final whistle!
All today’s
pictures are from Harry Poole (click 'Harry' in the theme column)
I have today
updated my post about Dicentra macrantha
I have a Love - Hate relationship with the Blackbird. On the one hand I love its singing (as opposed to its repetitive "Cat! Cat! Cat!" alarm call), but on the other I hate it because it scrabbles around in my raised beds in the Spring, destroying many of my delicate seedlings.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mark, I have seem to have neglected the nuisance aspects in the garden.
ReplyDeleteMy friend Mike was telling me how he frequently rescues them from his fruit cage!
Mr & Mrs Blackbird are such good friends in our garden. Each spring they are busy together building a nest. Eggs are laid. I think eggs hatch. Every year without fail they have a battle with magpies, who have been watching carefully, Every year the magpies win. Mr & Mrs Blackbird are sadly still childless. Perhaps I should get a gun!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad little story David. If I did not think you were joking about the gun I would recommend you took a lesson from our mutual friend Cathi who is a hot shot.
DeleteI always leave the leaves down so I can watch the blackbirds, thrushes and redwings hunting through them for insects, unfortunately a cat had one of mine a couple of weeks ago. I too was amused by the rugby reference and all from a population of approx. 4.5 million!
ReplyDeleteYes I keep reading blogs about tidying up the fallen leaves.Most of mine are just left on the surface, although those on the lawn get shredded by my mulch mower.
DeleteWhen I read about the rugby ball in the children's description I could not resist my diversion to the all blacks
Lots of leaves now fall on my garden, and on the road on two sides of the garden. They are a huge resource but I do not like them lying. What I now do, on advice from a large-scale professional gardener, is to shred them. Like your mulch mower but on a lager scale. I create a huge pile of shredded mainly oak leaves, now already substantial. When all are gathered, just before Christmas, I prune the beds and then spread this mulch. It looks good, suppresses weeds, and allows shoots from bulbs to penetrate better than though unshredded leaves. The problem is that it takes a lot of time, but at least outside.
DeleteExcellent strategy David
DeleteGood "tweet" Roger :)
ReplyDeleteIf I did not know that Bagpuss was you R... I would be wondering about a cat tweeting about a bird!
DeleteBeautiful images of a beautiful bird.
ReplyDeleteYes Sue, Harry was so talented and thanks to Cathi for letting me have the pictures
DeleteI love having blackbirds in the garden, they are such a treat and seeing them playing around in my birdbath is a joy.
ReplyDeleteEveryone seems to have blackbird stories Helene. I originally intended to write the post around friends' personal experience. Perhaps another time but I hope readers' anecdotes keep coming in.
DeleteI had hoped to unearth information about their charismatic bobbing tail but could not find anything. It gives them such perfect balance