"So remember this,~from the 1948 song, "Bluebird of Happiness
Life is no abyss,
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness..."
|The Blue Blur|
|Looking Happiness in the Eye|
There's a bit of a back-story here. I was certain last winter that I had a bluebird living beneath my porch. He would often startle me by scurrying like a mouse with wings from under the porch to the garden pine tree. I swore that the bird was blue, but I never saw much more than an instant blur. Once summer arrived, I never did see a bluebird (despite the fact that the mountain bluebird is the Idaho state bird).
Yesterday, while knocking sleepy flies off my firewood before bringing it into the house, a blue blur darted to the pine tree. I could see the little bird within the boughs, but shadows hid his coloring. I whistled, coaxed and flat-out said, "Show me your colors Mr. Bird," but he remained obscure.
Until today. The dogs barked at nothing, as usual, but I went to the south window to make sure it was indeed nothing, as usual. It's a game I suspect the dogs created to see if I'll really go to the window every time they bark at it. This time, as I announced, "Nothing" something flew to the far fence-post. It is a bluebird--a western bluebird.
But here is the bird-lore wonder--according to authorities, northern Idaho is breeding grounds, not wintering grounds. The only conclusion I can draw is that I have my very own resident bluebird of happiness to keep me cheerful throughout winter.
It's kind of like finding a unicorn in the horse barn.