Friday Fables

The Fable of the Blackbirdby Barry J. Northern A blackbird and his new wife flew across the fields searching for a good hedgerow in which to make their home. Long did they search for just the right spot, for it was their first year as yellow-beaks, and they had never before built a nest of their own."How about the thick ivy upon this tree my love?" said Husband."Too small," said Wife."What of this hawthorn. It looks good.""It is too tall, what if our eggs should fall?"They searched the hedgerows for two more days until they found a large, low holly bush. Husband's wings were tired, but he was glad to see his new wife so pleased, for she said it was perfect, and that it would be their home for the rest of their lives.Now it was time for them to build a proper nest for their first clutch, and so, as is the way with blackbirds, Wife set about building the nest while Husband fetched the straw."Husband, do not take the straw from this field, for it is poor. Fly away to the yellow field yonder, for the straw there