Where did they go, the Mr Blackbirds?
The sunset chorus of the many Mr Blackbirds no longer exists. August, 20th in the year 2023, Munich, countryside. It's silent. Of course, you can hear humans laugher through the gardens. And the smell of propane gas from the gas barbecues drifts over the daisies, but the Mr Blackbird no longer takes red wine and sings. I would prefer it if some of the scientists' prophecies did not come true. But it's silent. Also in the morning. Only the distant roar of the motorway can be heard. I have to swallow, an unpleasant, sad swallow. Because for me their singing has always been such a magical second world, the way animals spread their messages across the world through their singing. I did see one of the kind, but maybe he is last one in the area and he no longer needs to mark his territory because he is the last of his kind.