Both my own mom and Mommu (spiritual mom) adored bluebirds, and so do I! They’re gorgeously arrayed in bright blue jackets, rust-colored vests, white trousers, and shiny black shoes. Eastern bluebirds are common throughout America east of the Rocky Mountainsbut typically breed in the North and winter in the South. These beautiful little thrushes sing sweet, melodious cadenzas from treetops, and often (like this one) return from the South just in time for Valentine’s Day, bringing with them the promise of another spring and renewed hope for life. They are very social little creatures and migrate in flocks of up to 30 or more, although they pair off for breeding season and will defend their territory. The females have a more greyish tint to their heads and backs; both male & female chicks have somewhat mottled breasts and shorter feathers, but no matter how you cut it, you’ve got to admit they’re pretty much adorable at any age, don’t cha think? Bluebirds prefer insects and other invertebrates, but in early spring they’re happy to come to our feeder until the ground thaws & such tiny wildlife emerges. Other favorite foods include seeds, berries, and fruits, such as wild grapes, black raspberries, sumac, honeysuckle, Virginia creeper, etc., and our woods is pretty much overflowing with a tangle of what they love. The only thing that’s not perfect about our woodland accommodations is that bluebirds prefer open fields, so they build their nests and rear their young down by our field rather than where we get to see them every day and only come back to feed with their young if the weather is unseasonably cold (which sometimes happens, and can severely reduce the bluebird population). So, although we get to enjoy their antics at the feeder in early spring, it’s always a rare and transient treat… like a friend we love dearly and who visits regularly… but can never seem to stay very long! I’d love to be as pretty and melodic as a bluebird, but I sometimes wonder if I’m a bit too much like a bluebird when it comes to friendships! It’s so easy (and natural) to come and go as we please, appreciating friendships at our convenience but then being off again in a flurry of frenetic activity! Even worse, do I treat the Lord like that? Am I happy to enjoy his bounty when life’s too hard to survive on my own…but then quick to flit off and try doing it
“by self” whenever I think it’s possible?
“Now it came to pass, as they went, that he entered into a certain village: and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? bid her therefore that she help me. And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things: But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”