Serenade Of The Blackbird

I don't need an alarm clock, a blackbird or two serenades me in the morning as soon as the sun goes up. I could hear one or two of them in the fire thorn behind the garage more of purring as if it's their morning tweet, like a sports car's engine being tested before it goes on a race. They'd do that as early as 5 am, who needs a rooster when you have a blackbird.

Almost every time I go out in the garden, he's up there (yes that's a male, the female has a brown attire) calling for her through his song. A beautiful serenade. Mind you, their vocals never get hoarse. He's up there from 6 pm to almost 9pm on a daily concert. Sometimes, on the top of that pine tree and some days on the side. He sounds the same everyday, oblivious of sore throat.

There's another one in my veggie garden, no matter how late I stay there which gets as late as 23:00, he's still singing. I wonder if it's just him. I'd get there around 16:00 or 18:00 sometimes, and he's already on top of a tree rehearsing his vocals. He'd stop and steal some raspberries or red berries then vanish between the apple trees but he'd let me hear him. As if saying; "I see you, save me some slugs pretty please."

Among all the birds, he sings the hardest. Sometimes, I wonder, is there also such a thing as "The Voice" among birds? The blackbird would probably win it. He can out-sing every bird in my veggie garden, even my stalker - the red breast robin won't be any match to his vocals. They're quiet before 21:00.

I wonder whether he has a nest on that fir tree, I'd never know. That's pretty high up there.

One day, I went out to relax in the garden and to enjoy his serenade but he sang no more. Instead, he and that brown version probably mate of his joined me in my garden up on that spiky branch of that pine tree just above the greenhouse.

Most of the time he'd fly there, as soon as I sit down. I wonder whether he's aware that I've been looking up his stage listening to his serenades night after night. I also wonder whether he's asking permission to build a nest up there. Surely he may, I'm just not sure it's very wise though. Each branch is all exposed for the magpies to see.

Yesterday, I sat there and he flew on the same branch right away. I poured him some sunflower seeds on an empty pot holder. I went back inside to get my D Eye and aimed it at him. He saw me and took a flight. He hasn't really touched the sunflower seeds nor did he ever come back after that.

I guess I blew it. I hear him singing on the other side now, on the maple tree in front of our house close to the mere. Oh well ... I hope he'd change his mind anyway.

Here's what he sounds like during those days he was calling her very different from what we Asians are used to. Where I came from and you make your spouses, specially wives, call you for hours, expect your complete name and by that I mean, your first and last including your middle name to be blurted out loudly. I wonder whether it's the same in the West.

As for the blackbird ... hours on a daily basis, he calls his mate with a serenade. A very lovely one by the way.

What? You've already heard the song of a blackbird? Well then, we don't have them in Asia so stop fuzzing about me posting it and just key in "blackbird". Thank you.