This is the blackbird that has been visiting the back garden all winter long.
Mr Blackbird flies into the wisteria first thing in the morning. He flushes. He sings. He scratches. He sings. He flits off.
He’s frequently flying back in during the day. To feed. To watch. To sing. To check everything is in order.
His Mississ also flies in to feed from seeds on the little patio wall.
In the evening he flashes back on to the wisteria. He flushes. He sings. He scratches. He flips around. He makes (or has) a bit of a song and dance.
Hazes back garden is his gaffe. Her wisteria is his sentry post.
Mr Blackbird and his Mississ will be making babies soon.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.