When I was hiking in one of our beautiful county parks today (cloudy and damp, about 55 degrees – perfect weather for a hike in my opinion) I was accompanied by a bluebird. One of these beauties flew ahead of me for about the length of a football field. It waited on one branch until I got a few feet away, then hopped to the next branch and waited for me again. This happened four or five times, and I’m pretty sure it’s the first or maybe the second bluebird I’ve ever seen. (Maybe I saw one years ago.)
What a gift.