Anticipation grows with each berry produced.
Bits of the sky swoop in
To indulge and fortify themselves.
Throughout the winter months
They scatter when a shadow appears in the window.
Crimson berries disappear quickly.
Will they find these hidden nuggets of nutrition
When winter brings its frosty blanket?
Postscript: I don’t know what it is about bluebirds that makes me think they are so fragile. Perhaps it is their soft blue color that makes them look vulnerable. I watch cardinals and blue jays during the winter, but I don’t worry about them. I think they can handle the cold. Then I see bluebirds and I wonder how they are managing.
Several years ago I discovered that bluebirds love the berries of holly bushes. Every fall I eagerly look to see if the bushes have produced berries. This year the bushes were loaded. Gleefully I waited for the bluebirds to come. They did not disappoint me. As I sit at my desk, I see the bush quiver. Slowly I stand up to peer through the blinds to scan the bush. Immediately they fly into one of the trees in the yard. It is an amazing sight to see half a dozen bluebirds waiting for me to disappear so they can return to their food bar.