There are few sights that give me as much pleasure, such a thrill, as bluebirds. I remember seeing them as a child while visiting relatives and we were tracking down an old family tombstone in a beautiful, secluded country cemetery. A flock had landed upon one of the huge monuments and, yes, when they flew they did indeed, as Thoreau said look like a piece of sky lifting off. I was mesmerized. Later as an adult I was determined to have them live here. I read about them and put up the regulation bluebird homes. Then I waited. And waited. And waited. They didn't come the first year. They didn't come the second year. But the third year I was leaning on the fence looking out over the property and there was an old apple tree right in my view. I caught a glimpse of blue in the branches. I looked closer and be still my heart! Perched on an old half rotten branch right in front of me was that fairy tale blue with russet breast! They come back every year now and I always have meal worms on hand for extra treats. They are like a prayer to me, a blessing from above.
My Bluebird poem----
Under a canopy of green, the feather pillows in the sky
There's a little bit of heaven--it's where the bluebirds fly.
There's quite a lot of mystery to this bluebird, he and she
Are they creatures of angelic means
Sent to grant serenity?
Are they messengers from Heaven?
Do they fly back to the throne
and give our Host their earthly news?
On all these thoughts I'm torn
between the spiritual, the logical,
the magical yet there's more
to these little birds of blue
than just coincidence, I'm sure.
I think they were sent for a reason.
I think they were sent for me.
I think they were sent to show me
and surely make me see
that this life on earth is such a blessing
and there's so much more to be
than merely just existing
in God's great menagerie.
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