To some it’s the announcement that spring training is starting; to others it’s seeing those first few daffodil shoots begin to emerge from their winter slumber. But to me, I know it’s almost spring when the bluebirds return to nest in my yard.
The other day I noticed some activity at one of the birdhouses – some quick movements with flashes of blue – and I knew. I quickly retrieved the half box of dried mealworms I had saved, set them out in the feeder by the window, and waited. I made sure I was just far enough away so as not to intrude. I didn’t have to wait long. Soon there was one, then two friends hungrily filling their beaks. I was filled with wonder as I watched, wishing I were a better poet.
Bluebird at my window
Welcome home, my friend.
I’ve been waiting,
Wondering
When you will return.
Bluebird at my window
I’m curious –
Where’s your mate?
Here she comes, I see her now
Lighting on the sill.
Bluebird at my window
Welcome home, my friend.
You fill my soul
With peace and joy –
A welcome sign of spring.
The other day I noticed some activity at one of the birdhouses – some quick movements with flashes of blue – and I knew. I quickly retrieved the half box of dried mealworms I had saved, set them out in the feeder by the window, and waited. I made sure I was just far enough away so as not to intrude. I didn’t have to wait long. Soon there was one, then two friends hungrily filling their beaks. I was filled with wonder as I watched, wishing I were a better poet.
Bluebird at my window
Welcome home, my friend.
I’ve been waiting,
Wondering
When you will return.
Bluebird at my window
I’m curious –
Where’s your mate?
Here she comes, I see her now
Lighting on the sill.
Bluebird at my window
Welcome home, my friend.
You fill my soul
With peace and joy –
A welcome sign of spring.
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