How The Blue Birds Do

So, I've been fortunate enough to be staying with our very good friends, Jim and Claudette, here in Santa Barbara for the past 5 1/2 weeks. They're so generous and easy to be around. We've become family. They keep wanting to send for Will (and plan on sending him a ransom note for me) and just have us move in. We'd be so lucky.

Well, speaking of moving in, with Spring here, outside of their Kitchen windows, Claudette has a collection of bird houses. And quite a few of them are occupied by


Western Blue Birds.

And a few weeks ago, we heard the first signs of


life, their chicks. Little Western Blue Bird babies... Babies? BABIES?? IT'S A BAYBAY! A BAYBAY! GET. IN. ME. BELLY!!!

They're rather mesmerizing to watch, the flashes of Indigo blue here and there, swooping in and building their nests inside the little cottages, condos and townhouses. And then, bringing home all the groceries and taking care of their families.

They're so busy working, taking care of what they gave life to. It's their sole purpose. They're not distracted by television, or socially constructed angst, or by bullshit gossip about the Sparrows down the street. They're just focused on taking care of their own business... They're own lives. And soon, they'll be coaxing their contributions to the World out of those little boxes and encouraging them



to fly.


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