Western Bluebirds grace our landscape in early Spring and Winter. Flying high in small groups above us singing a perfect fourth modulation metronomically delivered in a two note warble. Go to a piano, put your thumb on C major and your ring finger on F, you’ve played a perfect fourth. It is a distinctive song, heralding their flight above me. My heart sings and my step quickens. Our nest box trail has yet to have a Western Bluebird resident, but seeing them eating our pyracantha berries brings us closer. Maybe one day, for now having them here at Christmas is special, the ever elusive, beautiful Western Bluebird.

Photo of Western Bluebird, courtesy of allaboutbirds.org