Beautiful Morning

This morning's sunrise behind our martin gourds, which have produced bluebirds, tree swallows, and starlings, but no purple martins.

Man, it was beautiful morning here on Indigo Hill today. When I stepped outside to schlep my kids and stuff to the van, the air and light were so springlike, I thought I might have accidentally slept until late March.


When Phoebe, Liam, and I got out to the end of the drive to wait for the school bus, this male eastern bluebird was singing his head off above the Berg's cow pasture. I was proud that Phoebe heard the song and nailed the ID from almost 100 yards away. That's my girl!