this happened last year really but I was reminded of it this morning.
I was awake early and I heard the blackbird singing, not for the
first time this year by any means but I noticed that his repertoire
was developing. It was last year that I first noticed that the blackbird's
song consists of a range of short tunes, repeated randomly, I also
noticed that not all blackbirds use the same tunes. My blackbird
sang one particular short piece that I came to recognise and each
time I heard it I just had to smile. It went "Doo-de doo de
doo-de doo. I hope that has described the tune for you adequately,
best I can do I'm afraid. This year the blackbird seems to be practising
a new repertoire so the next few weeks should prove to be entertaining.
Waking up to the song of the blackbird is a great way to start the
is the story I was reminded of:-
It was Friday
morning, the start of the Easter weekend, Good Friday and I was
being woken up by some percussion-like banging.
Bang, crackle crackle;
Bang, crackle crackle - on and on it went regularly and remorselessly.
I really didn't want to open my eyes because once I do that it's
all over, further sleep would not be an option. I was aware of the
birds singing, lots of different twitters and tweets, that time
of day when the sky starts to lighten had arrived, that time known
as 'sparrow's fart'.
Minutes go by and the
percussion is still going on, I open my eyes - its 4.24. I resist
the temptation to go to the window but my feeling is that someone
has decided to herald in the Bank Holiday with some fireworks in
his back garden, if so I feel pity for his neighbours as their awakening
will have been much ruder than mine.
Why would anyone do that
at such a time? Who would have such lack of respect for fellow human
beings? There are some strange people in this world, perhaps you
already knew that.
percussion stops, the birds have centre stage and my full attention.
What a joyous sound! I ponder on the magnitude of it all, this great
musical entertainment, this is not just in my immediate neighbourhood
but throughout the whole country, (the world even) every morning
at this time of the year - the world's biggest concert, and it's
Keep your eyes
closed by all means but open your ears, let the birdsong wake you
then lull you back to a dreamy doze, spring is here and its good
to be alive!!