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There was a day, a long time ago, when I witnessed a male blackbird find his lost baby and take great care of it despite many scary things going on nearby. It gave me a new insight into the Fatherly love of God.

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And then God created people so they could go forth and invent fence posts, upon which blackbirds and meadowlarks could stand upon and sing.

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What a lovely print and a lovely story! remember hearing my first blackbird in Cambridge, England, years ago, and being completely astounded and also confused, because it sounded like a thrush, but in North America, the birds called blackbirds are not thrushes and don't have singing voices like that. (Red-winged blackbirds, which have very distinctive songs have been described as having voices "like a rusty gate.") When I learned that European blackbirds were thrushes, that gorgeous song made sense. I'm glad you have blackbirds songs to inspire you.

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Sigh, just the beauty I needed today.

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I found your poem very touching and inspiring. I've had pet birds for many years, and I lost my buddy Teddy about a year ago, and it really made me think about how much I loved his clear clean communication and even his little mutterings. Birds are truly precious little souls who belong here as much as we do, if not more, right now.

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I don't think I've read this before, so thank you for re-posting it. Your essays are short and sweet and zing right straight to the heart.

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thank you so much; i needed this reminder to be, sing above the cacophony here. 🙏🏼

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Lovely. Thank you!

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Beautiful blackbird <3

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I love birds too. Enjoying my Merlin App and feeders. Even sketched one but can’t seem to share it. Thanks Candace!

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Great poem and cool print too

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Love this--thank you!

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