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set two or three other blackbirds calling in the same way 

 whose existence till then was unsuspected. These calls 

 are quite distinct from his song. 



Sometimes, when sitting on a rail in the shade of a 

 great bush a rail placed to close a gap I have had a 

 blackbird come across the meadow and perch just above 

 my head. Till the moment of alighting he was ignorant 

 of my presence, and for a second the extremity of his 

 astonishment literally held him speechless at his own 

 temerity. The next what an outcry and furious bustle 

 of excitement to escape ! So in the garden here he makes 

 a desperate rush, seizes his prey, and off again twenty or 

 thirty yards, exhibiting an amusing mixture of courage 

 and timidity. This process he will repeat fifty times a 

 day. No matter how terribly frightened, his assurance 

 quickly returns, and another foray follows; so that you 

 begin by thinking him the most cowardly and end by 

 finding him the most impudent of birds. 



I own I love the blackbird, and never weary of observ- 

 ing him. There is a bold English independence about 

 him an insolent consciousness of his own beauty. He 

 must somehow have read Shakespeare, for he seems quite 

 aware of his ' orange tawny bill ' and deep black hue. He 

 might really know that he figures in a famous ballad, and 

 that four-and-twenty of his species were considered a dish 

 to set before a king. 



It is a sight to see him take his bath. In a meadow 

 not far from the house here is a shallow but clear streamlet, 

 running down a deep broad ditch overshadowed by tall 

 hemlock and clogweed, arched over with willow, whose 

 leaves when the wind blows and their under-side is exposed 

 give the hedge a grey tint, with maple and briar. Hide 

 yourself here on a summer morning among the dry grass 



