Nothing stays the same and at this time of year the changes are so rapid that a blink and it seems as if you are in another country.
The blossom comes, the blackbirds sing ,
The leaves come and the blackbirds sing.
The grasses flower and the blackbirds sing,
Crickets puncture the night , after the blackbird sings:
And the first bat scissors the dusk,
And tomorrow the blackbird still sings .

We haven’t had our first bat yet. We always look forward to seeing it zigzagging through the sky!
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I think ours came out before the rainy weather and then disappeared again.
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Lovely. Thank you.
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You are so right and we love our blackbirds even more for it. Amelia
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Lovely post and pictures. xx
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Black bird song always moves me. Xx
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how sweet-well done
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