An unlikely home

Amongst the jungle of heady foliage; past the yellow-flowered trusses and small, tight green fruit a blackbird has made it's nest. An impractical and inconvenient place it being in the middle of a tub of tomatoes but superbly hidden for all that.

The earlier single-minded hunting, fighting and mating of the thrushes and blackbirds of last month and the promise represented by those small greenish-blue eggs bring to mind the wonderful poem Thrushes by Ted Hughes:

More coiled steel than living - a poised
Dark deadly eye, those delicate legs
Triggered to stirrings beyond sense - with a start, a bounce,
a stab
Overtake the instant and drag out some writhing thing.
No indolent procrastinations and no yawning states,
No sighs or head-scratchings. Nothing but bounce and stab
And a ravening second.