Syd keeps telling me if I’m not more careful that I’m going to win an all expenses paid vacation to Moccasin Bend – straight jacket included.
You see, the Bluebird’s are nesting in the neighbor’s mailbox – I can see them from my front window. Those Bluebirds fly IN. Those Bluebirds fly OUT. Until you sit in the front yard in a NEON green sleep shirt with a camera, with a huge zoom. Then they just hang out and taunt you so that the neighbors and passers-by think that you are a complete nut case.
Here’s one of the only photos of those stupid birds I was able to snap - and the Bluebird of Happiness didn't even have the decency to look at the camera.
Their nest is in this hole – sorry, people, but I gave up getting a picture of them hanging out on their front porch. You'll just have to close your eyes and imagine it. It's the best I can do.
I'm hiding now - somebody is at the front door for me...