
At first I ran into private streets and was a bit disappointed, but then I noticed a playground and thought I might find a park. Better than that, I found a trail that followed a stream which wound its way through a large part of the city.
Along the way was a beautiful cemetery. It seemed that every plot was planted with colorful flowers. It was in this cemetery that I found some Eurasian Blackbirds. They are indeed black, but they aren't blackbirds. They're actually thrushes and are in the same genus with American Robins.
Along the way was a beautiful cemetery. It seemed that every plot was planted with colorful flowers. It was in this cemetery that I found some Eurasian Blackbirds. They are indeed black, but they aren't blackbirds. They're actually thrushes and are in the same genus with American Robins.



The male in the upper two pictures was singing some of the most beautiful bird songs that I have heard. In fact, this wasn't the only time that I had heard them, but it was the first time I had gotten good looks at the birds.
After some research, I found that these birds are the basis of the poem "Sing a Song of Sixpence".
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