I sat on the front porch one rainy morning this week and was treated to a show by a pair of bluebirds that have made Deerfield their home. They stay near the house and play tag in the front woods. I'm pretty sure it's the same pair that live in a small house we have attached to a fence post near our driveway. They had four eggs in the spring. We didn't want to disturb them further, so we did not see the babies.
Where you see one, you will soon see the other. They pick at each other, chase each other and frolic like there's no tomorrow. Wait . . . could these be the bluebirds of happiness?
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