Yesterday, I wrote invitations for my animal friends. I want to organize a little Christmas party for them. My friend the jackdaw promised to act as the postman. He would deliver the letters. Yesterday, the other letters were sent, only this one is left.

There is a bit of work in planning the party. The catering is already decided. Cheese pieces for the mice, sunflower seeds and dried berries for the small birds, peanuts and apple pieces for the crows and jackdaws, carrots for the hares, and acorns and dried mushrooms for the squirrels. There must be enough good food.

But what kind of program could there be at the party? You don’t always want to play that blindfold game where you guess who is in front of you. You should come up with something new, something different, but what could it be? What… what… what…?

When I couldn’t think of anything, I went for a walk. When the legs move, the wheels in the head also start to turn, and when the wheels turn, new thoughts are born.

The red dock buildings by the riverbank and the beach between them are a place where good ideas are born, so I directed my steps there. As I approached the buildings, a soft, beautiful, flute-like sound was heard. I crept closer. By the red wall, on a stone, a blackbird was singing: Fhiioi fjiriuluu pii fhui fhree tiii tseke tseke. The song enchanted me, and I stayed for a long time to listen.

When the song ended, I said, “Thank you, that was beautiful, even a little sad. Why are you alone?” The blackbird said that the other thrushes had flown south. “I couldn’t make the long flight anymore because I’m already old. The song you just heard was my song to my friends who have flown away, I miss them very much. But I can also sing happier songs, would you like to hear?” I listened.

The blackbird sang about his chicks, who had all learned to fly and sing his songs, he had also learned his songs from his father. He sang about how he, as a young bird, got caught in the eye of a storm and ended up far from home, and finally, he sang a wistful song about his beloved. The song was like the light song of a young bird. The blackbird practically glowed as he sang.

Then the big wheel in my head turned properly, and I came up with it: I would ask the blackbird to perform at our little Christmas party! Everyone would want to listen to his beautiful song and stories. The blackbird agreed, he had never been to a little Christmas party before. And I knew that at the party, he would surely find new friends and wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. What a stroke of luck for both of us! It is exciting to plan a party for my dear little friends. I can hardly wait.

The little Christmas party is the highlight of the autumn, and this last invitation letter goes to the blackbird, the star performer of the party.