Our honorary conductor of the month, Michelle (Naila Moon), can rest after a job well done last Monday, and allow us to blog about whatever music we wish.
But first, who are the #MusicMovesMe bloggers? Every other week we have a theme, and on alternate weeks, we can blog about any music we wish. We are headed by our head Engineer XmasDolly. Her co-conductors are: ♥Callie of JAmerican Spice♥, (who right now is visiting when she can - please keep her in your thoughts ) and ♥Stacy of Stacy Uncorked♥ Also, co-conducting is ♥Cathy from Curious as a Cathy♥ And, (last but not least), me.
You are welcome to post your musical blog post in the links but - if there is no music we aren't going to come a'knockin.
So. I had music - or is it writers? block this week. I honestly could not decide on a theme for my freebie week.
Until I opened my back door this afternoon and there, on the mini-grill just outside my back door...
...sat a baby blackbird.
At least, I think it is a baby blackbird. And, although it still had some down on it, the wings were developed. I watched over it, and, a few minutes later, saw the mother bird swoop down and feed it.
So far, so good. The area was in the shade. The parent had not abandoned the bird. The bird did not appear to be injured. It appeared to be a fledgling, with wings, and a very short tail.
We haven't seen any outdoor cats in our yard recently (we have it pretty well fenced to protect our flowers).
I was hoping the bird had not fallen out of a nest, but, rather, had left on purpose. Yesterday, I had seen, out my kitchen window, an adult bird with all black feathers flying into the grass a few feet away from this grill with items in its beak. A few seconds later, the adult had left.
A couple of weeks ago a workmate had tried to rescue a baby bird (no feathers) she found in her yard that looked like it may have had an encounter with a cat. She had tried to call wildlife rehabilitators. No one ever returned her calls. One had a message on her machine saying she wasn't participating in any rescues at this time. The baby bird ended up dying soon after.
This blackbird may be in danger but my instincts said "don't interfere". An internet search seemed to confirm this.
So, as I wrote this post yesterday evening, I continued to look in every once in a while.
And music came to me, hoping the little bird would be OK. Blackbird, by the Beatles.
Remedy by the Black Crowes. The Black Crowes, I found in an Internet search, were originally named after a 1903 children's book called Johnny Crow's Garden.
One more - Blackbird, by Alter Bridge.
Around 6pm, I looked out the window, and the bird was gone. I'm hoping it finally flew, and that it is OK.
Perhaps flying Eight Miles High - the Byrds.
Day nine of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #BlogBoost