You could not ask for a finer friend than the Blackbird, each morning she roams the garden of whoever’s neighborhood she happens to be visiting with a light kind of presence that only the humble possess. Pruning is something the blackbird takes very seriously, rarely will she go out without immaculate feathers. The rain if she is caught in it seems to just flow of her perfectly pruned feathers. In these times no longer does she eat worms, the worms and the blackbird are now companions, Like all on earth striving to improve the lives of everyone around them. There is now no war as meat is now grown in laboratories and computer technology has allowed for inter- species communication. If anyone appears even slightly lonely they will find the blackbird in their garden, she has almost a sense for loneliness and does not tolerate it. Dainty, delicate and pruned to perfection, the blackbird is always welcome by anyone who she visits.