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The Case of the Blackbird in the garden.

Ring Ring Ring (see The Mother in Law's phone)

'Hello Mum'
'Oh, Hello......how did you know it's me?......'
'Cos it says on the 'phone.....'
'Oh that's clever......'
'Yours does the same you know......'
'Does it? Oh well. Anyway.....'
General chat follows until mother in law says,
'Alf is out feeding the birds, we love to watch them in the garden....'
I foolishly respond,
'We feed them too, we get quite a few different sorts here.......'
Mum then says,
'We love the starlings with all their different colours, they are lovely.......'
'Yeah, we get them too....we also get a Blackbird that washes himself in the bird bath....'
'Black bird? You don't want them in your garden....'
'Why? They are quite nice....'
'Oh, they are horrible, what is it? Like one of those ones at the Tower of London? A crow?'
'No just a common Blackbird, it splashes about in the bath....'
'Rooks, that was the one I was thinking of in the Tower, not Crows....what is the other one?'
'What other one?'
'Black bird, a black bird.....'
'Ravens, they are ones in the Tower....Ravens.....but I'm talking about a common Blackbird, the one with the yellow beak, you must know them....'
'Black bird? What type of black bird....?'
'A common Blackbird....a Blackbird....one word.....'
'I don't know what you mean....'
'A Blackbird.....one word.....not a black bird, .....a common Blackbird, with the bright yellow beak.....'
'You don't want Rooks or Crows in your garden, they make a horrible noise....'
'Nope, it's just a common Blackbird'
'Oh I don't understand what you mean.........' and with that the conversation ends.

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