Blackbirds, blackbirds up in a treeTraditional rhyme
Count them, count them, what do they see?
One for sorrow, two for joy
Three for a girl, four for a boy
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret that’s never been told
I’ve been leaving the fallen leaves where they lay in my yard. I’ve heard it’s good for the local ecology, given beneficial bugs and small rodents a place to winter outside.
The other day, a squadron of blackbirds came for a visit. Seems I may have left them some snacks. Circle of life, I suppose.
Update: I have been informed that these are probably grackles. Please update your poetry reading to suit.
Interested in prints of my photos? Let me know, and we can work something out.