Juvenile Western Bluebirds are flying erratically across the front yard from tree to tree. It’s as if they’re showing off they can fly now. Their beaks are too large for their face and they barely have any blue on them at all. At first I thought them to be juvenile European Starlings because of the scaled wings. But when they took flight, I saw that beautiful blue hue that will soon take over most of their body. If they are males, of course. Where were so many nesting Bluebirds hiding? I love providing a safe space for birds to live in. And I recognize that as much as I miss them, the foxes needed to go. I have about a dozen Anna’s hummingbirds, and possibly one Blacked-chinned, who are constantly fighting over the flowers and the nectar I put out. I wonder what they did while I was gone. I took the nectar and the flowers away. With the juvenile bluebirds came some goldfinches and a cute little white-breasted nuthatch which comes around in the mornings when I’m getting ready for work. Fall migration has begun.
And with fall migration comes cooler weather, and less erratic behavior on my part, but I still have no desire to be around people and small talk. Yesterday, it was a Friday night and I came straight home from work, made some tea and read and went to bed at 8. I read in bed with the sliding glass door open where I could hear an eagle in the distance. These days, the idea of being around people is just too overwhelming to me. I keep thinking how if a younger me could look into the future and see my life here, younger me would be ecstatic. My scenario surpasses any expectations young me had of our adulthood. I have the treehouse in the woods and then some. I don’t have one rescue dog, but two and a kitty cat. I don’t have a hard time making ends meet and I’m doing quite well at work. Younger me would be so pleased. And I think present me is too.
My Love is for the Birds - Sketches 