The blackbird who has been living in my garden for a few weeks has found a mate. I am on the one hand happy for him. His mate is about the same size as him, slightly larger than small, and her plumage is burnt sienna and brown as opposed to his mars black feathers. They are sitting on parallel branches, but you can tell they are in love because they are mirroring each other. They seem so content. Mr. Blackbird rests his throat, his mating call having achieved its desired result. How could it not? Mr. Blackbird is so adorable.