Each year we see more and more birds and insects as the garden grows. Last night was my first-ever-in-my-life sighting of a bluebird, who inspected the lawn from the red maple, then the fence, then lifted away. Strange how exciting such a moment can be, yet afterward, such a let down. Whoever wrote the lyrics for that song didn't have it right.
My (free) bluebird house is late in arriving, and is surely too late for nesting anyway, but even still, I doubt my suburban lawn would be the large enough, field-like habitat they prefer.
"There's a bluebird on my maple, it's nice, here's my picture, it's even taken with my SLR."
