Four and Twenty Blackbirds . . .

Black Bird 1

Black Bird 1

This chap has his beady little eye on the white berries. If you look closely, you’ll see dark shapes hiding in the bush above him. These are more birds.

Black Bird 2

Black Bird 2

Four and Twenty Black Birds? Baked in a pie?

Well, that’s how the nursery rhyme goes: “Sing a song of sixpence”.

But I don’t think there were twenty four here!

Also, although these are black birds, they aren’t Blackbirds, but Red-Winged Starlings; another of our unique Cape birds.

Black Bird 3

Black Bird 3 ccc

A small flock of them descended on my bush to eat the berries. They are quite large birds, but mostly you had no idea they were there, as they delved right into the bush. Only the raucous squawking and shaking of the branches gave their presence away!

Black Bird 5

Black Bird 5

This one looks like a female or perhaps a juvenile bird. It is slightly to right of centre in the photo below.

Black Bird 4

Black Bird 4

There are more than two birds in this last photo.

How many birds can you spot?


post script: You can see more of these birds in my post The Birds!



24 thoughts on “Four and Twenty Blackbirds . . .

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  2. Aditi

    I am not sure about the number of the birds but it’s so green and nice and sunny there, it looks beautiful. 🙂

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    1. scifihammy Post author

      I bet if you look back at some old ‘Where’s Choppy’ posts, you might not find her! 🙂
      Two blackbirds are visible; the rest are just dark shapes further back in the foliage. 🙂

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

    We have similar blackbirds here too, and that stay throughout the cold winter.

    From Wallace Stevens:

    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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