Tuesday, March 13, 2007
On our walk this morning we heard a bluebird singing and spotted a male and female bluebird going in and out of our birdhouses scattered over our meadows at Bobolink Farm. We just stood quietly and watched, utterly thrilled, for bluebirds share a special place in our hearts. We have been attracting them for over 20 years and were instrumental in getting them returned, many years ago, to the town we lived in in Mass., when we put up the first bluebird trail there. Now they are here at our new home in southern NH.
Here is a quote by Henry David Thoreau, from his journal March 2, 1859, that we put in our publication, Stokes Bluebird Book.
"Princes and magistrates are often styled serene, but what is their turbid serenity to that ethereal serenity which the bluebird embodies? His Most Serene Birdship! His soft warble melts in the ear, as the snow is melting in the valleys around. The bluebird comes and with his warble drills the ice and sets free the rivers and ponds and frozen ground. As the sand flows down the slopes a little way, assuming the forms of foliage where the frost comes out of the ground, so this little rill of melody flows a short way down the concave of the sky."