"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
For one blackbird Gwil read seventeen - the number I can see round my feeders as I look out of the window at present. I believe many of them have come over from European mainland because of your severe weather.
Seventeen blackbirds - you only need seven more for a pie!
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