Your back garden is a treasure trove for capturing the differences that are only other aspects of the all One. Fascinating to compare your "garden" black bird to mine - although I only just learned that the European common black bird is only recently a garden bird, and used to be a forest bird up to about 200 years ago, so it must have been a rare sight to spot in one's garden and it seems to have enchanted many a poet. Perhaps to William Ernest Henley (1849–1903) it therefore held the magic he describes in his poem:

THE nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him best of all.

For his song is all of the joy of life,
And we in the mad, spring weather,
We two have listened till he sang
Our hearts and lips together.