Blackbirds are really easy to identify aren’t they?… I mean even from this rather poor attempt at a drawing, by me – I think almost everyone would be able to tell it was a blackbird.
And they would be right. Well, half right…
For the female blackbird is a brown colour, has a brown beak and no orange around its eye. It has taken me ages to start to feel confident about recognising one! I was getting her mixed up with thrushes – though thrushes seem to have much paler, specklier tummies. Oh how I wish they would all line up in front of me one day, as if they were taking part in an Identity Parade!
Anne Harding, in Wolverhampton writes this about an experience with a non-black blackbird:
I was returning to my car after a visit to Madeley. My friend and I were walking on the pavement of a busy road when we saw a female blackbird pecking on the ground. As we walked towards it we realised that the bird looked unwell, its feathers were unkempt and it was unsteady on its legs. We wanted to make sure it was safe on this busy road and began looking for somewhere to put it. There was a tall brick wall with hawthorn bushes on top and as we looked upwards we saw a black and white kitten coming out of the bushes towards us. I immediately stroked the cat to distract it from the blackbird, and my friend began to shepherd the bird around the corner. The kitten ended up around my neck like a scarf and was purring down my ear. I carried it to safety. By this time the bird had found a safe place to hide and in a few minutes we saw the mother blackbird flying towards her fledgling.
Bill Bailey writes, in Bill Bailey’s Remarkable guide to British Birds:
Male blackbirds stake out their territory in their first year, which they will keep for the rest of their lives
In Mark Cocker/Richard Mabey’s Birds Britannica it says:
There are thought to be more than six million pairs in Britain and Ireland. Wren and chaffinch are the only two bird species that exceed this total.
Blackbirds will build [nests] above doorways, next to windows, in garden sheds, ice buckets, plant pots, lobster creels and a hundred other inauspicious locations.
When I have been gardening on a winter’s afternoon – I know when it is time to start packing up the garden fork, tidying things away in the shed: not by where the big hand is on my watch, but by blackbird song – which, I believe, is the last song we hear: as dusk turns to night…
Brett Westwood/ Stephen Moss in Wonderland describe the return of the blackbirds’ song in March like this:
he’s recognisable from certain unique passages in his repertoire: a flourish here, a fluty garle there and an impeccable sense of timing, pausing briefly to let you savour each phrase. Cars roll over the wet road with a sound of unpeeling sticking plaster but his song rises above it, proclaiming his ownership to other blackbirds nearby…… they are one of the most successful urban birds
Probably the most famous blackbird poem of all time (until now?!) is by Wallace Stevens: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Wallace Stevens, 1879 – 1955. It’s not one of my favourite but I know people who adore this poem. Turns out he was American – I didn’t know that, but then there is so much I don’t know !
Here is a British blackbird poem, by a different dead poet:
|William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903|
|8. The Blackbird|
here are a few images of Blackbirds that caught my eye on google… as well as a painting by Mary Fedden:
I must say – I never tire of watching a blackbird dashing along, so purposefully, head forward, body low, always somewhere they need to go, fast. Nadia x
Go to the following links for more information online, on blackbirds
RSPB on blackbirds including a recording of its song
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