Bluebirds are everywhere at the farm. Now, in the Spring, the males are in bright blue plumage and are beautiful. Ken installed ten bluebird boxes and since that time, we see them in abundance. They had been there all along but now we watch them with the binoculars and we know for sure they are in residence. From our hill top home, we can watch five bluebird boxes build their nests and feed their chicks. It is another simple pleasure.
Yesterday while I was reading and listening to Mario Lanza, a thump hit the window which overlooks the deck. It was a big thump which is not a good sign, and probably meant that a bird had run into the window. Fortunately, the bird usually lays on the deck stunned but soon flies away. Only once in the ten years we have lived here have we found a bird die from hitting the window. Today, when I investigated, I found an immature bluebird slumped on the deck. It looked drunk, but he was beautiful. As I watched, bit my bit, he came to life. First the wings came in close to his body, then the little head was held up high. Finally, his legs came under him. Finally, he flew away. It was a highlight of my day.
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