Sweet little Bluebird, so blue as the sky,
A flicker of blue as you go flying by,
The distinct sound you make is not like any other bird,
A soft sweet whisper, like none I have ever heard.
You perch on a post, limb, or a stump,
Watching for your next meal, a worm, or a bug to make a jump.
Turning your head to one side so you can hear.
You are sent from God on a wing, song, and a prayer.
In the spring It’s your beauty I see,
Giving me hope from a long winter I will be free.
Leah J Edwards
As I was taking photos of ducks on the pond Monday I noticed a few Bluebirds behind the pond bank. I took just a few photos of them. Hope you enjoy!