When young blackbird Pip wants to learn what he can do, he first meets a heron, and has a go at standing (sinking) in the river, waiting for fish.
I’ve done that. Not so much the standing in a river, waiting for fish, as being a bit like Pip, trying to do stuff I was never intended for.
Because that’s what you find out in Kate McLelland’s lovely picture book Blackbird, Blackbird, What Do You Do? Pip leaves his nest and discovers what other birds do, and he has a go at staying up all night (I tried that too), pecking at seeds, waddling (no comment) and so on.
Surely it can’t be that Pip is no good at anything?
It’s not. Pip does what blackbirds do. It just takes a while for him to realise. And perhaps for the kindness of the other birds telling him that singing is what he’s good at. We don’t always work these things out on our own. The generosity of others will help. (My fairy blogmother saved me from a life of standing in rivers, trying to be a heron.)