I hear the urgent flutter of wings, and there they are, up in the air, flying furiously at each other.
I would have thought that there was plenty of territory and plenty of food, but these young blackbirds would not agree. You can see which one 'won'; it's standing there very firmly while the other one stalks off. (Tonight the All Blacks play France in the final of the rugby world cup. Maybe the birds are catching the mood?)
Or are they a young male and female, and he is the spurned would-be mate? Whatever the story, spring is not just blossoms and beauty, it's also about winning, wildness, and wantonness.