Red-Winged Blackbird

Red-winged Blackbird Look! There in the bulrushes, Perched at an angle To the reed, Is the Red-winged Blackbird, Keeping a close watch In his territory. How do I know it’s a “he”? Easy. By the jet black plumage And red, yellow epaulettes That distinguish him from a “she”. The female’s feathers are rustic colours With white patches underneath And white streaks on the back and wings, That blend in with the surroundings. See! I spot her sitting in the nest, All snuggled in Keeping her eggs warm. Quiet,—not moving; Not wanting anyone To know where she is. Listen! And hear his three syllable ‘Oh-ka-leee’cry piercing the air, Can only mean one thing to his mate; Love! And he will be there for her. Slowly, I back away Not wanting to create A disturbance, Or cause undue stress; For the birds.