This is Barry (the name we affectionately gave him)… Barry the Black Bird.

Barry and Mrs Barry (the second image below) have a nest in our garage shed. There are two babies in the nest. They are a little family and each day, Barry and Mrs Barry collect worms to feed their brood. On this particular day, Mrs Barry was sitting in the tree causing a bit of a ruckus as my husband was in the garage fussing about. Normally, they have a melodious little bird song…. this was not one of those days.

Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all …

~ Emily Dickinson