The blackbirds are busy feeding chicks. Not directly able to fly after they leave the nest they are fed on the ground for a couple of days. Easy victims to cats , magpies and crows. Every morning the couple turns up to take what is offered. Bread and peanutbutter, worms from the compost bin. They love the occasional apple.
The black one, the male, stuffs his orange beak with as much food as he can hold and while keeping grip on the food rushes off with a shrill song-like shreek.
It' d be victory if just one of the chicks would make it.
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