Mr Blackbird was on next door's roof singing his head off. Every time he stopped I tried, in a very amateurish way, to repeat his song. His turn, my turn, his turn.
Then he stopped, and I swear he looked daggers at me, then went off on one that lasted forever. Then he looked directly at me again and went off on another.
I have sheepishly come back inside and, as an apology, thrown some scraps of food out for him.