Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Yesterday as I did a brief walk around the new vegetable garden to check on the progress of the cabbage and onion seedlings and the strawberry bed, I felt as if I was being watched. I glanced up and saw a bluebird perched on top of one of the fence posts. He's not the first bluebird I've seen this spring, but I suspect he's the same gentleman who likes to sit and sing to us from the satellite dish. He also peeks in on me while I'm working, sometimes startling me by belting out a loud, robust trill from the roof top when I have the window open. We've seen this fellow and a female flying low over the cow manure pile, and I assume they're snapping up some insects. They always return to the woods next to our property. I'm so hopeful that they have a nest there. Welcome, my friend. You are more than welcome in my garden.