Blackbird

by Crosby, Stills & Nash

Started today my morning walk in the dark, and enjoyed the coming of the light. When I returned to the cottage, a blackbird was on the terrace and then flew to the nutbush. To my surprise he remained there on a branch despite me rising to the terrace and starting to take photos of him. See extra for another one. For some reason, I imagined that it could be my brother who passed away 3 years ago.