Round and about in Soho Sqaure, attatched to a tree in the north corner is a bird box.
The box is empty now but long ago housed a lonely blackbird who sat at the entrance of his make shift home every day waiting.
He waited and waited and often forgot to eat in case he missed the moment when his love returned.
As the weeks passed he grew weak and his friends would carry food for him and put it outside the box for him to eat.
The blackbird said thank you but never ate the food and his friends were sad for him.
One day the blackbird lay silient at the foot of the tree and waited for the last time.