A Blackbird Called Speedy

For once, there shall be no growl in this post.

It's all about one of the birds that I know.

The sparrows are too shy. The pigeons are barmy. The magpies ignore me. The crows are too busy trying to evict the magpies from their nests. Most of the blackbirds are wary of the bipeds.

Then... there's Speedy; he's an intrepid blackbird who's not afraid (he's not even too afraid of the cats, and I've had to protect him a few times).

We've called him Speedy, because he's quite fast when he hops on the ground, looking for insects and worms.

If he doesn't end up on the menu of a cat, I hope to befriend him. He's already coming very close to me - even when I'm mowing the lawn because he's understood that the mowed grass turns into a smorgasbord for a rich variety of things he can eat. He's either nutty or very brave, but I've found him two meters away from the running lawnmower, looking at me with insects and worms in his bill.

If he doesn't share DNA with Tokyoite crows, I'll try to take a picture of him.

[Update on the photo front: he's not shy, but the sun is hell with my digital camera, and I'll have to catch him in the shade, and veeeeeeeeeeeery close to me.
I hope to be able to update this post with a portrait of Speedy...]