Beady-Eyed Blackbird

Beady-Eyed Blackbird


Haiku 14

I see you see me

Blackbird with your yellow beak

Give the Evil Eye!


Here is a well-known visitor to British gardens, strutting round my brother’s lawn in the UK last June.

I see you!

I see you!

I was sitting in the lounge having a cuppa and doing a crossword, when I noticed this little chap. Continuing my unique bird capturing techniques, (see Pass By) I have taken the shot from way back inside the house and through a window.

It was only afterwards, when I enlarged the photo, that I noticed that I was also being watched!



25 thoughts on “Blackbird

  1. Tom's Nature-up-close Photography and Mindfulness Blog

    Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
    Among twenty snowy mountains,
    The only moving thing
    Was the eye of the blackbird.

    I was of three minds,
    Like a tree
    In which there are three blackbirds.

    The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
    It was a small part of the pantomime.

    A man and a woman
    Are one.
    A man and a woman and a blackbird
    Are one.

    I do not know which to prefer,
    The beauty of inflections
    Or the beauty of innuendoes,
    The blackbird whistling
    Or just after.

    Icicles filled the long window
    With barbaric glass.
    The shadow of the blackbird
    Crossed it, to and fro.
    The mood
    Traced in the shadow
    An indecipherable cause.

    O thin men of Haddam,
    Why do you imagine golden birds?
    Do you not see how the blackbird
    Walks around the feet
    Of the women about you?

    I know noble accents
    And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
    But I know, too,
    That the blackbird is involved
    In what I know.

    When the blackbird flew out of sight,
    It marked the edge
    Of one of many circles.

    At the sight of blackbirds
    Flying in a green light,
    Even the bawds of euphony
    Would cry out sharply.

    He rode over Connecticut
    In a glass coach.
    Once, a fear pierced him,
    In that he mistook
    The shadow of his equipage
    For blackbirds.

    The river is moving.
    The blackbird must be flying.

    It was evening all afternoon.
    It was snowing
    And it was going to snow.
    The blackbird sat
    In the cedar-limbs.

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  2. Garfield Hug

    Reminds me of the nursery rhyme about Blackbirds in a pie! Hmm do they actually eat these “blackbirds” else why the rhyme, blackbirds in a pie? I was just wondering… πŸ™‚

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      1. Garfield Hug

        Hmm I should try singing to my Garfield….but then people will really think I am a loon!! Lol! You will re learn again when your grandkids come along. It is nice…come to think of it…the nursery rhymes πŸ™‚

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