Birds on the Window Sill

The long, cold days of winter bring some peace and tranquility to our lives.

Winter also gives us spring to look forward to after the snow and ice melt.

Most of us dream of what flowers will come up in our yards when the ground thaws, where we can go on vacation, and what we'd like to do once warm weather gets here, right?

While some parts of winter are enjoyable, like sitting by the fireplace or catching up on correspondence, the thing I really miss are birds.

Spring is filled with bird sounds but winter is strangely silent.

The little tweeters that gather in the treetops surrounding our home are no where to be seen in winter. All is bare and quiet.

So, a good thing to do is add birds to the windowsills and wait for spring.

DO YOU HAVE ANY BIRD DECOR IN YOUR HOME?

Blue Bird, Blue Bird, Through My Window

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.

When we were kids, whenever a bird left a big dropping somewhere, we'd say,  "Oh, looks like the bluebird of happiness visited you."  Then we'd all laugh our heads off.

Wouldn't you know it, something really strange happened to me the other day. I parked my car in the lot of a big mall while waiting for my passenger to come out of one of the stores. The day was bright and sunny without a cloud in the sky. Since it was a parking lot, not a single tree dotted the landscape.

Because I always have paper and a pen nearby, I was using the waiting time to write (my favorite past time.) All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I heard a loud "splat." A bird left a huge plop on the car windshield. Where that bird came from I will never know. It must have been in mid-flight in the sky somewhere above the mall when it let its plop rip.

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.

Then, I thought about the bluebird of happiness quote and burst out laughing, despite the messy situation.  Whoever saw me laughing my head off all by myself inside the car must have thought the lady with the short brown hair had lost a few marbles.  

Once the bird poop was cleaned up, I took one last glance up into the heavens.

    "Blue bird of happiness," I thought. "Next time, go visit somebody else!"

HAS THE BLUEBIRD OF HAPPINESS EVER VISITED YOU?