My very favorite place to spend a spring-time Sunday morning is on the patio in my backyard, where the birdsong is exquisitely varied and sung at a pitch that is awe-inspiring. I’ve often thought I should bring my camera with me. Today I did.
Female Cardinal
Male Cardinal
A Pair
Red-Headed Woodpecker
Female Purple Finch
Brown Thrasher
Robin Red Breast
Blue Jay
And, my very favorite. They live here year-round and still, they take my breath away.
“…I’ll come flying through your door, and you’ll know what love is for. I’m a Bluebird. I’m a Bluebird.”
“…Touch your lips with a magic kiss, and you’ll be a Bluebird, too…”
“…and at last we will be free. You’re a Bluebird. You’re a Bluebird.”
“We’re living in the trees, and we’re flying in the breeze. We’re the Bluebirds. We’re the Bluebirds.”
Lyrics taken from “Bluebird” by Paul McCartney
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