See the birdie... mono Friday

I have spoken of the black bird when I told the story about the flock of aggressive birds that frightened me and disturbed my frequent companion.

Today, my attention was taken by three small and different plumaged birds grouped in a surprising triage of song and fuss. My thought turned to trying to blip one very fussy one increasing its body size as if it was a balloon and bristling. Into my viewfinder and out as suddenly flew the black bird with such imperative and a noisy squawk my attention instead followed it to where it dramatically launched itself into the pomegranate tree.

I had turned my camera in the direction assuming the blackbird might reappear in flight. Instead the vicinity of the pomegranate tree was as still as could be. Remembering the companionable character of the bird, I quietly walked the distance. Perhaps it might be posed on a branch. Instead I found no evidence of it there, not a sound, no shaking leaves from their having been disturbed.

Then I saw the nest in the tree and was marvelling at its size and structure when I realised...

I was puzzling at the shape of tail feathers.

Look closer...

see here in colour



A Minor Bird
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.

Robert Frost