This morning's sunrise behind our martin gourds, which have produced bluebirds, tree swallows, and starlings, but no purple martins.
Man, it was beautiful morning here on Indigo Hill today. When I stepped outside to schlep my kids and stuff to the van, the air and light were so springlike, I thought I might have accidentally slept until late March.
When Phoebe, Liam, and I got out to the end of the drive to wait for the school bus, this male eastern bluebird was singing his head off above the Berg's cow pasture. I was proud that Phoebe heard the song and nailed the ID from almost 100 yards away. That's my girl!