Bluebird of Spring

The female bluebird was back for breakfast.  She sat on the bark butter ball feeder and looked at me.  I wonder if she was saying it was empty?  The sun lit up the freshly washed flowers and new leaves and placid creek.

But then we had to go to the Peninsula.  The trip was successful but all I saw were gulls hanging around the HRBT.  And when we got back, the weather had gone cold and gray.  And all the suet was gone.