Mountain Bluebirds are arriving. They like open fields where they hunt insects from low perches. Once an insect is spotted, the bird dives on it, returns to a perch, and feasts.
A splash of blue sits in the leafless brush watching the dry grass below.
Between forays, the bluebird preens,
and fluffs.
A grub, having been spotted, is quickly retrieved,
and promptly downed.
The cerulean beauty watches between pounces.
Alistair; your lovely photo of the bluebird reminds me how all lives are made of a multitude of tiny moments. Thank you.
Poetry
I love the pom-pom bluebird, he made me smile
What lovely blue Easter eye-candy…thanks so much!!
leaving me breathless – and blue, because… you know…
..I was slightly grey blue today..then I saw these pics..!!..oh so beautiful..so blue!!..especially`fluffs – it tickles me!!! Thanks for these..Happy Easter! Allan.
Thanks Alistair
For myself, I find I’m partial to the portrait that closes this little gallery: blue on blue, you contemplate the blueness of the bird as it contemplates you.
Happy Easter to you and yours
Ever since my chilhood (70+ years ago) in Trinity Valley I have delighted in the delicate yet strong enough blue of the Mountain Bluebird. (I did not see a Western Bluebird until I was an adult.) Thank you, Alistair – and Happy Easter to all!