I have a tiny garden in a housing estate in the suburbs of London. That doesn’t mean there is nothing to see.
This afternoon the song of a blackbird attracted my attention, so I headed out into my garden with my camera.
The blackbird was in a tree across the road from me. As he sang his heart out I took pictures.
As I took pictures of the blackbird I became aware that he wasn’t alone. My old friends the parakeets were back.
Soon the blackbird decided to sing from another tree and flew off. The tree didn’t remain silent for long, however. Almost immediately the blackbird departed a Robin arrived and song was restored.