Anticipation grows with each berry produced.

fall holly

Bits of the sky swoop in

To indulge and fortify themselves.

bluebird

Throughout the winter months

They come,

They eat,

They scatter when a shadow appears in the window.

window

Crimson berries disappear quickly.

holly

Will they find these hidden nuggets of nutrition

When winter brings its frosty blanket?

ground

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.

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