There he is, squeezed into the little triangle. His mate lives in the shorter, bigger box next up. Or is that the she and the male is missing? When I go out to the barn at night, they often fly off and caw at me to leave so they can go back to their roosting places. I don't like the mess but thankfully, it's not over the horses' food.
I sure wish I could tame them a little more. I can only get within a few feet of them before they take off. Here, he flew off to the rail and began cawing at me to leave.
On this day, I worried that he'd hurt himself. This was one of the first times I found him in the barn and he was feinting a broken wing.
But he skittered off down the pipe rail and soon flew away to a nearby tree.
There are lots of them in the area and sometimes it feels like Hitchcock's Birds. I can't find a photo right now but I will try to get one in the future of the "murder" in the fields.
So we asked a simple blackbird - song: Width of a Circle, artist: David Bowie, album: The Man Who Sold the World.