My mother loved birds and passed her enjoyment of them to me. When I was young I received a large picture book of birds, which I spent a lot of time perusing. I loved nature hikes in school, and became pretty knowledgeable about basic birds.
One of my favorites always eluded me. The bluebird. I have never seen one I could identify. Until this morning, while on a parkway walk (and I didn't bring my camera....!!!).
While walking the dog I spied a beautiful blue color to my left; it was a bird. It perched in a crabapple tree, and I walked a bit closer. It was still. I could hardly believe my eyes...it looked like a classic eastern bluebird. And then I saw that there was not one, but a small flock, males and females! They seemed to be paired up. They remained long enough for me to listen and get a good look. So sweet and so pretty!!
When I got home I did some research on the computer to verify what I saw, and they were definitely eastern bluebirds. While reading I found some wonderful stories/symbolism about these birds. My favorite is native American. I have included a link below; go to the section "bluebird symbolism in America"
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