Bluebirds At Heebner Park

Sometime this week, exactly which day I don't remember, I stopped to walk around Heebner Green Space Park to see if I could get some photographs for a blog idea I had. That idea will have to wait until the creative moose swings by my neighborhood once more.

I didn't come away empty-handed or whatever the equivalent expression would be for "without an exposure or two on digital film".

I sat on a bench - which is unusual for me - and waited for whatever might come along. In the meantime, I enjoyed the pseudo-wildflowers at my feet.


Some butterflies passed my way and then with a flutter of wing beats, a Bluebird arrived on top of a nesting box about twenty feet in front of me. He looked at me.


And looked at me some more. For several minutes he eyed me, uncertain if he should enter the nesting box with me watching. I watched him closely too - wanting him to turn around so I could photograph his brilliant blue feathers.


The standoff continued for several more minutes until the Bluebird decided that he couldn't enter the nesting box with me quite so close. So off he flew - so suddenly I missed the shot of his blue feathers when he darted away to sit on a top of a nearby soccer goal post.


I at last could see his blue feathers but now he was too far away for a clear picture. Mildly frustrated, I got up and walked away past the nesting box. As I did so, the Bluebird flew over my head and swooped in onto the top of the box.


I quickly took his picture - and while it is still a bit fuzzy, the Bluebird of Happiness was with me. I quickly moved the camera setting to video and got him entering the nesting box to feed his children.



May the Bluebird of Happiness be with all of you this weekend.

This entry is dedicated to Queenie Jeannie.