Into The Light Of A Dark Black Night

[poliphilo]

There's a bird that sings in the middle of the night. I wake around one o'clock and there he is, fluting away. I can only guess at his species, but since he can string quite a few notes together in a lot of different combinations I think he's a blackbird.  It's not normal for birds to sing in the middle of the night in February- or is it?

I don't mind that he wakes me up.  I like to hear him. Tweet tweet twiddle tweet. It's like he and I have a connection. The symbolism is obvious, but from his point of view I suppose what he's doing is telling other birds to keep away from his manor or hurling abuse at a cat.

I've just remembered there's a Beatles song- a very pretty one- Macca through and through: "Blackbird singing in the dead of night."  The website I've just visited says it's a song about civil rights. Yes, well, I suppose it is; but  I bet it all started with Paul lying awake at midnight- just as I've been doing-  listening to birdsong and thinking, " that's odd ."

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[qatsi.livejournal.com]

There's an owl in the woods near my house, which often calls during the night. I think it's solitary and it sounds rather mournful to me, but it also impresses upon me how well the rest of nature can adapt to our urban environment. (OK, I live in a commuter village rather than a town centre, but it's a small patch of woodland essentially surrounded with suburbia).

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We live very close to the town centre, but we get owls and foxes...

Just down the road- sandwiched between two housing estates- is an area that used to the municipal rubbish tip. They spent a lot of money reclaiming it and now it's very wild indeed.