The Twelve Days of Christmas: 4

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: four calling birds.
“There they are,” said my true love, guiding me to the window and pointing at the four silhouettes perched on the stone wall at the end of our garden. “Blackbirds. They’re nesting nearby, I’m sure of it. I’ve been putting out bread for them. I’ve almost adopted them.”
I narrowed my eyes and stared.
“But blackbirds are unlucky,” I replied, with a note of panic sounding in my voice. “We can’t have blackbirds in our garden. Imagine the horrors that might befall us.”
“No, you’re thinking of crows and ravens. They’re the omens of death and divine providence, not blackbirds.”
My true love kissed me goodbye, reminding me to put out some breadcrumbs later in the day. I stood staring at the blackbirds. I couldn’t see their eyes clearly, but I’m sure they were staring back at me in an ominous, deathly and divinely providential way.
According to the sixth century writings of Pope Gregory I, the beautiful song of the blackbird makes it a symbol of temptation — especially sexual temptation. In the fifth century, the Devil appeared before St Benedict of Nursia in the shape of a blackbird, flying around his head so closely that the creature was almost within Benedict’s grasp. Following this encounter, Benedict was troubled by a “violent temptation of the flesh” for a girl he had once seen. In order to save himself, he tore off all his clothes and jumped into a nearby bush of thorns and nettles, lacerating his whole body. This painful act is said to have freed him from sexual temptation for the rest of his life.
The morning mists were clearing, and it looked like it was going to turn into a fine, bright day. With free time on my hands, it seemed like a good moment to do some gardening. As the blackbirds looked on, I picked up my pruning shears and began cutting the rose bush right back to the hard, cruel thorns. Just in case.
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