4.12 am. It’s as pitch black as the city will allow. A brief birdsong rises up the cliff face of the apartment building and enters my window. The bird tries again and adds a few quiet bars. Next time, a bit more volume. I wait but the blackbird song doesn’t quite get going. All is silent again except for the occasional passing car.
4.15 pm. Another winter’s day. I step out of the building for a walk along the beach and enter a courtyard echoing with blackbird song. The piping music soars in the entire space with the simple clarity of a boy soprano in a cathedral.
I look around. There it is. One small blackbird puffed up against the cold, perched on a white balcony.
The sound follows me as I dodge across Beach Road to the beachside footpath.
Looking back, I can still hear the high clear song as it floats above the roar of peak hour traffic into the crisp, clear, wintry sky.
This is really beautiful, Liz. And the picture too!
Thanks Dorothy. Such a little bird and such a big song.
Lovely Liz! Songs of the city!
Ps found Westgate Park yesterday! Lovely space for city birds too! Thanks for telling me. Jenny