Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Friday, March 23, 2012

There Is No Place Like Home

Looking out the kitchen window
one  morning...
I saw the bluebirds.
They were going into the birdhouse
where they raised a family
last year.
Was so pleased
an image was taken

Moved the hollow section from tree that came down in storm.
Put it on a stump.
Wonder who will make this their home?

9 comments:

Judy said...

One year my mother made blue bird houses (6) and put them up on the fence posts that lined our long driveway. I haven't seen a blue bird in several years around here--of course, no one has houses for them either.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Judy, I put 3 houses up when I moved in. They are only using this house. Love seeing them go in and out. Have a good day.
Remembering you in a special way...

Tabor said...

Bluebirds!! Just love that. You can sit and watch them raise their little ones for many weeks.

lil red hen said...

Next to my mockingbird, bluebirds are my favorites. Around here I think they nest in old fence posts. I hope something raises babies in the old tree stump.

Beverly said...

I would give anything to have blue birds.....They are so pretty....

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Tabor, Charlette and Beverly,
just came inside
another beautiful day...

MsGraysea said...

Pure joy....Bluebirds have come back here after many years and I still get a thrill when I spot on. Your woods look so pretty! A place of peace for you.

kerrdelune said...

Sigh.... you have bluebirds. It will be a month or two until they return here. We do have geese though!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Cate, Another blue bird I spotted coming out of a house. I have 3 of them. Pleases me to see them going and coming.
Marsha, wonder what made you birds
go away?