When I have gone on my morning walks with Mercy down by the old abandoned barn on the next property, I have been startled to see Blue Birds.
I don't mean Blue Jays. These are smallish, round bellied, bright blue coated, orange-red breasted Blue Birds.
Like the Blue Bird of happiness. Being from Canada I thought they were a myth. Just yesterday I saw another one in our backyard. I called into Ya-Ya to bring me the camera, but the Blue Bird had flown away.
If I ever get a picture I will place it on this blog. I looked on the WWW and found out that we could build some kind of box for them to nest in. We won't be doing that.
Wasn't it Blue Birds that brought Cinderella her dress? I don't know, but I have some picture in my mind about something like that.
We have noticed many different kinds of birds here. The most notorious is the Mocking Bird. It wails away in the tops of the neighbours tall trees all summer long. I have told you of the Turkey Vultures that daily circle the fields on the drive into school. We have also heard all kinds of little songbirds.
I guess I am getting anxious for Spring. We read today that Buffalo has 50 inches of snow on the ground. 50 inches! Whatever that is in centimeters, it is still alot of snow.
Love to all,
Grandma
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
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