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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Friendship & Family
- Subject: Nature & Wildlife
- Published: 05/10/2019
Blackbird
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Blackbird.
We are lucky to have many birds that visit our garden. Among these is a blackbird that has declared this territory his own. He sits anywhere high up and looks down on his patch. If any other Blackbird passes within his mentally encompassed boundaries he chases them off with an over the top display of aggression and noise and much shaking of the feathers.
I love him.
Every morning I open the front door to feed him scraps and proper food.
The door has a little bell that swings when the door opens and he, my friend, always hears it no matter how far away he might be.
As time goes by he trusts me more (the same as us people).
I begin to talk to him.
We enjoy each other’s company.
I sit in our bay window reading the paper and he sees me and perches on the top of the old seat outside. Just looking and preening.
Next day I go to the garage and am taken aback to see him lying against the garage door with his
wings spread out in the noon day sun. The little dot of his eye still but focused on me.
I walk gently towards him and say.
‘Hello my friend how are you today?’
He remains static. I start to worry. Blackbirds and other feathered friends often spread themselves out like this to let the sun’s ultra violet rays kill little itchy parasites. Hopefully this is what he is doing.
I don’t want to go any closer and wait. He is trance like with the sun and then comes out of it with a sudden flourish and flies off.
By now we are quite attached, bird to man, and I look out for him every day.
Then I am woken in the morning with something I can’t put my mind on. Something not right.
Looking out of my bedroom window I see next doors cat, who is also a friend, parading across the lawn to our front door with a trophy in his mouth – my Blackbird!
I dash down, open the front door and shout.
‘Scat. Scat, Scat’
Then clap my hands loudly and urgently.
My Blackbird is dropped. I run over to him. He has a major wing feather hanging loose.
He is motionless.
His little bright eye looks OK and seems to be focused on me.
Then with a massive flourish he shakes everything. Looks to me and flies off.
Just a little lop sided though.
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