The bluebird wears the sky on his back – Henry David Thoreau
This little guy found himself in a bucket of paint that the older boys were using to finish the milkhouse door. After William gave him a lovely bath and a bundle up in a dry t-shirt, he let us talk with him and stroke his sweet head. And when he was ready, he spread his wee wings and flew away home. How blessed we are to live here.
A man’s interest in a single bluebird is more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town. – Henry David Thoreau