A good friend jokes with me, saying that one day he’s going to come over and find I’ve turned into a bluebird, and my living room will house a giant nest. He’s a talker and he goes on to describe the nest material, my feathers, the way I might perch and the worms I’d eat… I say, there are worse things to become.
In case you’ve been missing my summer time bluebird posts, I thought I’d pay an off season tribute to one of my favorite birds. They seem more briliant this time of year, set against the gray winter sky, and I am ever thankful that they keep their blue feathers and not molt or migrate like so many others. Watching bluebirds should be prescribed for those with seasonal affective disorder.
For those of you who like a juicier post, check back! I’m on it!
