‘Bluebirds singing a song; nothing but bluebirds all day long.’ Irving Berlin

I’ve spent close to 65 years on this blue sphere called planet Earth and only saw juvenile bluebirds in photographs.

Up until now, that is.

My bluebirds, you know the ones who embody my deceased sister’s spirit? Well, they have blessed me. Or Dyan has blessed me. Heck, the Universe has blessed me. My pair of bluebirds have three offspring and they’re bringing them to my yard…my little corner of the world… for their daily meals. How cool is that?

Slightly blurry – sorry; shot through a window screen.

I have to admit I’m exhausted watching the offspring constantly flying after the adults, chittering and chattering at their parent’s tailfeathers: “Feed me, feed me.” My feeling is if the kids are able to fly, they’re able to feed themselves, which they eventually figure out.

When asked what I have done to make this world a better place I can now answer: I have added a bit more blue to the sky.

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How cool is that?

Welcome to my little corner of the Concord River, little one.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi, mio ​​immortale.