We bought a new house in early spring. A rental property.
It didn’t take long to find a motivated tenant.
He sent The Little Woman around to see what she thought of it.
She’s a real homebody, never away for very long. Sometimes friends stop by.
WHOA, Little Momma…! You look exhausted! Sit down for a spell.
Oh. Another trip out for groceries, huh?
Time for Pops to make a run.
There is plenty going on inside. Occasionally, a head pops up, looking for a parent.
During this period, we bought a new bird feeder that would deny the noisy grackles entry and make it easier for the songbirds… chased cats away… kept the bird feeders full. Why, we even provided a color-coordinated landing strip for when the flying lessons begin…
I thought that our tenants might allow me get close enough for a peek with my camera. Was I ever wrong about that! They buzzed around me, making flicking noises until I backed off–which I did in a hurry!
Now that I think about it, I’m not sure it wasn’t “flick” they were saying. Could have been “flipped.”
Have I just been flipped BY a bird?
And when he sings to you, Though you’re deep in blue, You will see a ray of light creep through,
And so remember this, life is no abyss, Somewhere there’s a bluebird of happiness. Life is sweet, tender and complete, when you find the bluebird of happiness.
– Bluebird of Happiness, lyrics by Edward Heyman & Harry Parr Davies, 1934
Please excuse my dirty house
I know it is a mess
I don’t have time to clean right now
I have a bluebird nest ….
– Cherie Layton, The Bluebird Nut, 2005