We hang the bluebird feeder from the geranium hook on the porch. Fill it with yummies–crumbled suet, freeze-dried-berry-flavored mealworms (I actually scoop them with my bare hand), a few softened raisins, and a handful of blueberries. I don’t know if they like blueberries–but they’re berries, and they’re blue, so surely they’d make a bluebird happy.
The birds flock to the shrub by the birdbath, the shrubs under the window, the butterfly bush, sip a bit of water. But . . .
I’m following up on last week’s post. Won’t you meet up with me over at BibleDude.net? I have blueberries...