Our bluebirds seem to be gone. I was so hopeful that I could continue to write about their progress every now and then, but I’ve only seen them twice all week. We moved the second birdhouse across the street so it wouldn’t be too close to a tree or to the first birdhouse. I don’t know if they felt intimidated when we moved the one, or if they had already moved on, or if they began killing each other off fighting
If I were asked to name my favorite bird of all, it would have to be the American Goldfinch. I have many childhood memories of watching these delightful black and yellow birds flitting around on the fence rows in the Indiana countryside. After moving to South Carolina I have enjoyed watching them appear in flocks on a row of small sunflowers I had planted in my yard one fall. Since my last move, I have been less successful
