The course of the river has been slightly changed since the winter floods brought enough stones downstream to form a pebbly shore. Meanwhile, I was summoned out of the house by the desperate sound of the male blackbird repeating his emergency call. As I stepped outside a menacing great crow flew off. I peeped through the fir branches beside the door to see an empty nest. No mother bird sitting and no sign of the fledgling. A few moments silence and then nearby the blackbird sang a sad song.
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