This evening, a blackbird has been hiding in the strawberry undergrowth a lot. That is to say, each time I go into the garden it scuttles away to safety (relatively speaking).
I’m really intrigued. What is it so determined to find or get that makes it stay around but hidden? (NB After taking the photo, I managed to trip and fall down with a clatter in an attempt not to frighten my feathered friend and it didn’t stir.)
I’m amazed by both this behaviour and something I learned at an exhibition I took my parents and daughter to at Leeds Art Gallery yesterday. The bowerbird is like humans in that it appears to appreciate beauty for its own sake. The male bird makes a structure such as this
and decorates it with colourful objects. Each decoration is unique and woe betide if a person should fiddle with the composition: any changes will be corrected to the original version. What a clever creature!