As there is nothing to do in the garden except morn the flowers buried under the snow I thought I would share a poem instead.
Adlestrop
This is a great favourite. It is a poem about nothing; about a delicious absence of unwanted noise and movement and about the great beauty of the sound of blackbirds.
Blackbirds are the first to sing in the morning and the last bird to chuckle down to sleep in the evening. Gardens are plotted and mapped out by the territories of singing blackbirds : ” all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire” and all the places beyond are the kingdoms of blackbirds.
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Good poem. I’ve been seeing more of the blackbirds lately than I usually do. xx
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They seem very visible when it is cold, but you hear them more when it is warm. xxxx
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Lovely verse, thanks as always. Here in Australia, they introduced the blackbird in 19th century to Melbourne and now they’re commonly the east coast. One even tosses the mulch in my garden, before hopping onto the fence and singing ( perhaps calling to all the birds of Gloucestershire).
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I love the idea of inter continental mulch tossing!
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This is a lovely poem. xx The snow has cleared again today and there are lots of blackbirds in the garden. 🙂 xxx
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Throw out an old apple, the blackbirds will love you forever!
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I will do. 🙂 I think that’s one of the reasons why they love our garden; we have two massive apple trees so once it gets into Summer there’s lots of apples for them. 🙂 xxx
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Lucky blackbirds!
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We have blackbirds here too, and I love their song. Most people complain about the mulch-tossing, but we have native birds that are much more vigorous at that than blackbirds.
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Beautiful poem, Cathy.
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Thanks. I don’t read poetry enough.
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I am glad you enjoyed it!
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Coincidentally, just saw this https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/27437440/posts/825
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Thanks for the link. Such a sad end
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Made me think of Paul McCartney and Blackbird! I,too, should take more time for poetry. As I too, am now beneath 14 inches of snow from the first say of Spring here in Pennsylvania!
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Me too, they always are “ singing at the break of day! “
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