I cannot help but smile a happy smile when I see the picture of these Eastern bluebirds. Aunt Margaret photographed the pair at her house last March. They were waiting at the window to be fed when she arrived home from church, one rare snowy Sunday.
Aunt Margaret and Uncle Bob fed bluebirds at their farm for years. They were surprised, however, when the happy birds showed up and hung around their city residence. My theory is that the country bluebirds told their city cousins how to train these two humans to provide a mealworm feast each and every day. Aunt Margaret says that a container of 5000 mealworms from Grubco.com will feed bluebird vistors, several Carolina wrens, and a mockingbird or two for three to four months.
Dad observed that Hugo is “overrun with birds,” while my Katy neighborhood is bird deprived (with the exception of pine warblers). He is keeping an eye on my offerings of black oil sunflower seeds, and mealworms from his bedroom window, and reports that nary a bird has stopped by. That’s ok. I’ll just keep smiling at this bluebird picture until their suburban cousins discover my backyard.