When I moved into my home, the seller left me a note saying that they had never used any pesticides or poisons in the yard for the 20 years they owned the home.
They wrote that there were bunnies who would visit to munch on the clover and the bluebirds would nest in the birdhouse every spring.
My first spring, I saw bunnies but saw no bluebirds. I asked my 86 year old girlfriend about the bluebirds. She said they were scared off by my dog barking but not to worry, they’d come back the next year once they got used to the dog.
I wasn’t so sure about that.
Until a year later when I was standing outside on a frosty March morning and saw two bluebirds dancing on the fence before darting inside the birdhouse.
This year, on another frosty March morning, they came back again. This time dancing and picking up straw before diving into the birdhouse to build their nest.
There’s something magical and timeless about seeing the bluebirds return every year to mate, build a nest, lay eggs and eventually move on after their chicks have flown away.
It makes everything in the world seem right.