Rowan Berry Story

The blackbirds ransacked the Rowan trees. Next day, rowan berries appeared placed on the terrace, a line-up of a dozen or so. Missed  taking a shot.

Were the berries carried there by the blackbirds?  Flying from the tree behind the chalet over the roof to the terrace in front? One bead per beak per bird at a time? A treasure trove for a banquet? And then the berries were gone.

I never managed to witness the goings-on, however often I peeked outside.

But I have one shot of  a berry lost on the terrace, and one of a blackbird with a berry stuck in its beak — which is another story, still haunting me. I’ll tell it next time, when I’ve caught my breath.

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