Mr Bluebird. . .

. . . with his breakfast.

I spent a couple of hours outside this morning even though it was very overcast and even sprinkled a couple of times.

For more than an hour I not only didn’t see any birds, I didn’t hear any either. It was eerie. Finally a few birds began showing up and among them were a couple of molting bluebirds.

The bluebirds didn’t visit the feeders but hung out on the roof of the pump house and hunted for worms on the ground. They were having good success too.

After coming in and showering, I cooked us a good lunch and then Kent & I have had a quiet afternoon.