blackbird singing in the dead of night...

YESTERDAY EVENING I managed to catch this blackbird in this drawing - both the bird itself, but also its thoughtful lyrics and jubilant multicoloured outburst of minimelodies. This happened in the harbour of the City of Gothenburg on the Swedish West Coast. Catullus Olavi, that´s me Kjell-Åke Olsson in Latin, Turdus Merula, that´s him, also in Latin. But his own tongue is understood everywhere in the world as you can see from this picture.