Notice our wisteria, finally preparing to bloom for the first time. We had to cut it off and let it sprout anew from the ground. Notice also, about a third of the way up the pole, a bluebird box. I removed it and later I attached it to a pine tree directly across from our kitchen window.
It wasn't an hour later that we saw a bluebird investigating the house.
Here she is having an initial look. I found fresh nesting material inside when I moved the box and cleaned it out before attaching it to this tree. Perhaps this same bird had already moved in?
I placed the box immediately above an old branch, thinking it would make an attractive perch. I must have thought right!
Is there a more lovely bird that visits Pinehaven? The blue is a sky blue, as pure and light as the air above. And the breast, a sunset apricot fading to dusty white. A jay has nothing on this tiny bird; its purple-blue is almost boring by comparison.
So we're hoping for a family. Life springs anew even as we mourn my beloved father.
Enjoy Paul McCarney's Bluebird ...
