Saturday, April 27, 2013

FOY Bluebird

Today I was busy boiling the last of my maple sap into syrup when I glanced out the kitchen window to see my first of the year bluebird. He was perched ever so elegantly on the septic pipe only six feet from the bluebird house.  I hope he likes this location.  I'd rather have bluebirds use the nest than tree wrens like I had last year.  Welcome back bluebirds.  You were missed.

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