3-Step Garden Trellis
There is a blackbird that lives near where I live. I see him most mornings. We are both alive early and we both quiet-creep along the same lane. I know it is him because he is all blackbird except for one white feather in his tail. It cannot be any other bird so it must always be him. I don’t know if he has a wife or is out so early hoping for one. He stays and sideways peers at me as I come, and then skitters away. He doesn’t fly away, he just hides in the hedge.
I promised someone I would take a photograph of him, but I am such a slow clumsy, and he is not, and so all I have of him is what I find in my brain and also what I can pretend.