Bit of a surprise this morning as I made my way to work from Union to Adelaide/Spadina. In amongst the trees at the corner of King and John, right opposite the Royal Alex theater, a rather bemused and bedraggled Red Wing Blackbird was croaking way.
He was clearly on his own, and his song sounded like the sound of a lost and lonely soul: "Where am I? Where do I go next? Is there any other RWB's around?".
