Remember the song with the words, "Blue bird, blue bird through my window?" It's part of my childhood memories.
For some reason, bird decor attracts me almost as much as the real tweeters. Whenever I see a birdie at a tag, yard, or estate sale, chances are pretty sure it's coming home with me. My collection usually lines window sills.
My first reaction was one of horror. "The nerve," I thought, looking out my window and up into the sky. There was no bird in sight. "Brother," I said, and starting scrounging around the car for paper napkins.
HAS THE BLUEBIRD OF HAPPINESS EVER VISITED YOU?