Sing Me Something Well

Yesterday afternoon, I went for a short walk along the local bridleway hoping to capture a bird with my camera, and the gods obliged with a little stunner – the Common Blackbird.

The male, which is found throughout most of Europe, is all black except for a yellow eye-ring and bill and has a rich, melodious song; the adult female and juvenile have mainly dark brown plumage. This species breeds in woods and gardens, building a neat, mud-lined, cup-shaped nest. It is omnivorous, eating a wide range of insects, earthworms, berries, and fruits.


Both sexes are territorial on the breeding grounds, with distinctive threat displays, but are more gregarious during migration and in wintering areas. Pairs stay in their territory throughout the year where the climate is sufficiently temperate. This common and conspicuous species has given rise to a number of literary and cultural references, frequently related to its song.

The blackbird surely ranks as one of our most familiar birds and also one of our most vocal, with a beautiful song that can heard be throughout most of the year in our woodlands, parks and gardens. Each song is often two to three seconds long with a similar interval before the next burst, and is rich and mellow with a languid delivery and fluted quality.

The Blackbird

O blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbours shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Where thou may’st warble, eat and dwell.

The espaliers and the standards all
Are thine; the range of lawn and park:
The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
All thine, against the garden wall.

Yet, tho’ I spared thee all the spring,
Thy sole delight is, sitting still,
With that gold dagger of thy bill
To fret the summer jenneting.

A golden bill! the silver tongue,
Cold February loved, is dry:
Plenty corrupts the melody
That made thee famous once, when young:

And in the sultry garden-squares,
Now thy flute-notes are changed to coarse,
I hear thee not at all, or hoarse
As when a hawker hawks his wares.

Take warning! he that will not sing
While yon sun prospers in the blue,
Shall sing for want, ere leaves are new,
Caught in the frozen palms of Spring.

Lord Alfred Tennyson


    1. The Blackbird never fails to lift the mood when you hear its song. I love listening to them.

      When I was younger, many were dying off for some strange reason, but they’ve now made a comeback, which is great to see.

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      1. I vaguely remember stories of birds dropping from the sky when I was in grade school, it was a tad frightening. It’s awesome you’ve experienced these creatures up close, some have never gotten the chance to see them in person.

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      2. I guess, with living in the countryside, that I’d forgotten city dwellers miss out on a lot. It reminds me of a story I was once told about someone visiting the area, from London. They’d never been outside of the city, so the first time they saw a sheep they were pretty freaked out and the wide open spaces made them really uncomfortable. I take it all for granted with what I have, and I shouldn’t. Thanks for reminding me, and hopefully I can share more of the things that people might not see.

        BTW, with roles are reversed, I hated being in a city. For example, I’ve been to London three times, and I’d rather not go again. Lol.

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      3. Haha, I’m a country dweller myself, just a young one. Our neighbors have cows in the backyard, it’s pretty fun stuff.

        Cities are a bit too crowded and loud. I remember moving back out here after a year, seeing the fireflies and the stars, and just falling in love with the country again. It’s unmatched.

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    1. Hi Sa, many thanks – the camera is pretty old now, by current standards, but still does a good job. You can pick them up relatively cheap now – its a Canon 600D. I’m actually considering a new model, but not sure if it’s worth the extra cost.

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