“Hon, come quick! Look at the bluebird on the fence,” Judy called out to me hurriedly.
I didn’t waste any time in rushing to the large kitchen window where she pointed to a proud, male bluebird sitting atop our fence in a dignified manner.
His body was of that lush, deep blue, only a male Eastern bluebird possesses. His breast was prominent, displaying a magnificent shade of fiery orange.
He allowed us to admire him for an instant before he flew away into the azure sky.