For the past several months another blackbird has been a regular visitor. Maybe she was the mate of the deceased one. She sits all afternoon in the earth-filled flower pots, hides under the spruce tree when I get too close to the door, and picks at the apple cores I’ve begun to leave out for her. She does not sing. Maybe it’s the wrong season for that. In the summer a flock of them sing in the park across the street, at 4am.
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