Some say the robin is the harbinger of spring, but to me it’s the bluebird. It’s usually sometime in February or early March when I first spy that flash of blue and know that spring is just around the corner. But this year was different – the bluebirds stayed! I had to replenish my supply of mealworms…several times. Whole families of bluebirds would crowd around the feeder, their bodies getting plumper and plumper.
Yesterday, in the snowstorm, I began to worry. I kept watch but didn’t see them. Then, in the late afternoon just as the storm was winding down, I spied two birds by the entrance to one of the houses – one inside looking out and one outside looking in. Since they only use the houses to nest, I wondered what was going on. I’m hoping whatever was inside was mostly finished, since finding soft grass would surely be an almost impossible task for a few days or weeks. This morning I trudged out through the snow and tried to peek inside the house, but it was frozen shut.
Right now I am watching…waiting. Oh! Here comes a bluebird to the mealworm feeder. He is off! I have to trust that nature will provide.
Yesterday, in the snowstorm, I began to worry. I kept watch but didn’t see them. Then, in the late afternoon just as the storm was winding down, I spied two birds by the entrance to one of the houses – one inside looking out and one outside looking in. Since they only use the houses to nest, I wondered what was going on. I’m hoping whatever was inside was mostly finished, since finding soft grass would surely be an almost impossible task for a few days or weeks. This morning I trudged out through the snow and tried to peek inside the house, but it was frozen shut.
Right now I am watching…waiting. Oh! Here comes a bluebird to the mealworm feeder. He is off! I have to trust that nature will provide.
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