"If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh, why, can't I?"
Over the Rainbow, 1939
Usually, it's the baby calves who are the main attraction in the pasture south of our house. (We are up to 67 calves born this winter on the County Line. And they are mighty cute!)
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
Thoreau's Journal, April 3, 1852
Randy saw them as he fed in the pasture and came to the house to retrieve me and my camera. Once in awhile, they'd perch on dried weeds and grasses, daring me to try and capture them with my little camera. Most of the shots were out of focus. A telephoto lens would have helped. But a few were good enough to share.
An article in Mother Earth News had this to say about bluebirds:
Everybody loves a bluebird. No other bird is featured more often in our prose, poetry, and song. The bluebird is the cheery little guy on your shoulder as you sing zip-a-dee-doo-dah. Bluebirds fly somewhere over the rainbow. But there is substance, not just lyrical literature, behind our fondness for bluebirds. They have earned their place in our hearts.
Bluebirds occur only in North America. European settlers called them “blue robins,” because the birds’ size reminded them of English robins. Comparatively scarce in pre-Colonial days, the American bluebird thrived as pioneers cleared forests and plowed fields, creating the open, woodland-edged habitat they favor. Orchards and field crops served up concentrations of tasty insects. Bluebirds nest in tree cavities, and farmers furnished housing by surrounding their fields with cavity-prone wood fence posts. At the turn of the 20th century, bluebirds were common in much of rural America, and even nested in urban residential areas.
Mother Earth News, 2010
From the Cornell Lab of Ornithology |
Advice from a Bluebird
Rise early.
Spread a little happiness.
Keep a song in your heart.
Think spring.
Be colorful.
Feather your nest with friendships.
The sky's the limit!
--Anonymous
Just as quickly as they arrived, they had moved on. We went out to the pasture the very next day and didn't see one bluebird. It's a lesson in capturing moments when you can. Otherwise, they fly away ... sometimes, literally.
Today, any bluebirds in Kansas may face a snow storm. Here's hoping they find shelter from the storm.
Today, any bluebirds in Kansas may face a snow storm. Here's hoping they find shelter from the storm.
Be like the bluebird who never is blue,
For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do
- Cole Porter, Be Like the Bluebird, 1934
For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do
- Cole Porter, Be Like the Bluebird, 1934
Click here to hear their call.
How magical for you KIm. They are soooo beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI hope the snow storm isn't too fierce. We have a cyclone off shore and perhaps headed our way by the weeken. We want the rain but p l e a s e no more damage for families to cope with.
It was a pretty snow, without a lot of wind. Another round is supposed to roll in this coming weekend, and they are predicting wind with that one. The weather is always a topic of conversation and concern.
DeleteHow special to see these delightful bluebirds and have a husband come and collect you and your camera. So interesting to read that they stayed such a short time.
ReplyDeleteMy dearest husband spotted about 30 pelicans on the ponds this morning and decided that I needed the sleepin. Sweet, BUT!
67 new calves - busy times.
Oh dear I've just realised I have commented twice. Over zealous, sorry.
ReplyDeleteComments are always appreciated, Helen!
DeleteWe have pelicans come through here and Quivira National Wildlife Refuge.
DeleteThese birds are so very beautiful... specially against the brown of the dry grass. Nicely caught Kim even without a zoom lens.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lynda!
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