Just a flit of blue caught our eye....
and there he was, a male bluebird
darting into this bird house on the side of our potting shed.
Dave has worked to bring the bluebirds to our farm.
Adding more homes each year, clearing out the old nests...
wishing, wishing, wishing.
And arrive they have.
Two pair - one here, one in a house Dave made
and added to the side of a tree.
They do like the houses that open eastward.
I hope that it is true that when a bluebird crosses your
path, it is happiness they bring with them.