there’s gold in the heart
that he wears on his sleeve,
and silver on his tongue,
serenading endlessly:
conk-la-ree! conk-la-ree!
(is there no one for me?)
–photo by me
lonesome blackbird
there’s gold in the heart
that he wears on his sleeve,
and silver on his tongue,
serenading endlessly:
conk-la-ree! conk-la-ree!
(is there no one for me?)
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
Perhaps he hopes that a lady love will find his true heart and his alluring song to be exactly what she was looking for!
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I hope so for both their sakes!
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Great shot, Michael! The orange wing blackbirds always chew me out when i am photographing in their territory.
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They sure can raise a ruckus, Tom! Glad to see you’re around
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What a stunning creature! And a simply gorgeous poem to go with the photo!
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Thank you!
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Delightful poem and pic Michael. My daughter likes these birds so much she bought the ringtones of their calls whenever her Dad phones from northeastern Ontario. Her ringtone for me is the eagle’s call. Quite different calls.
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this one actually sounded like: one, two, threeee, thanks, Shelley!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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