Tonight amid these charming birds I noticed a different blackbird. It was an aquatic bird, somehow landed inland. The small fellow walked by himself, near a holly bush. I believe he was an American coot. A group of coots is called a cover of coots, but this fellow was outside the cover(s). We watched him walk and wished him sell and wondered where his travels took him.
I listened to Sparks' cover of "I Want to Hold Your Hand", my three year old niece's favorite Beatles song,
just after I watched the chess episode of "The Prisoner".
