Since I was a boy, I've been in awe of the song of blackbirds, especially in midwinter, at the crack of dawn.
Introduced into south-eastern Australia in the 1850s, though we are already blessed with a multitude of wonderful birds, the blackbird amuses and charms. This book for children, by David Ross ( with lovely illustrations by Jennie Corbett ) published in 1968, is one of two by this author I've just lately found.
'Blackbird' is standing up for his right to exist in the domain of the resident thrush, hence 'Birdfight' as the title. Nature is a battle.
Thrushes are few, in Australia, and shy, but there are many other birds who will compete with this intelligent creature. I see them scurrying across the lawn, peering furtively from branches, their bright,spirited eyes alert to danger and opportunity.
Our blackbird, I'm relieved to report, finds his mate and lives to see his life throughout, tested by the world around him unscathed. Courage leads to continuity. The sparkle in his eye sees a dawn unending.