Proof If I’d not glanced out the window at just that moment, I would have missed the flash of blue against blue. I wouldn’t have seen it dart onto a crabapple branch and then light on the backboard behind the net, unmistakable in its orange vest. I scooped up my camera and […]
bluebirds of sadness
I removed the makings of a nest. Several times. But then I got sick, and when I made it back to the box in the side yard, they’d laid their eggs. Cream-colored, speckled brown. And so I left them. And watched them. Since they were busy here, I reasoned, they’d leave the other box […]
when the bluebirds go awol
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. […]
of batteries and bluebirds
I glance out the window and gasp. “Grace, come quick! Run! Hurry!” When her lead foot lands on vinyl, I hiss at her. “Shhhh! Stop! Slow down! “G-ma’s lost it now.” I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking as the other foot freezes midair. She tiptoes to my side. Catch the rest over at at BibleDude.net […]
