Clear As Day

It brings me joy each time I see the bluebird. I fear, with the arrival of tree swallows, the bluebird might relocate to somewhere less populated.

After a day of high wind and sudden squalls, the sun came out again, to give some nice light towards the close of play. As a result, I managed to get my best shot yet of the bluebird. Also, he was reasonably close this time, after I almost stumbled upon him foraging on the ground.