yeah I know you did not ask!
As the 3.141592 regular readers of my silliness might remember, I have written about the blue birds in our yard in the past. One such story was Señora’s Bluebird House.
I was mowing the yard today, and the last thing on my mind were birds, blue or otherwise. As I went along the eastern fence in the back yard I suddenly felt a slight breeze, heard a fluttering sound, experienced light touches on my hair. I had forgotten about the blue bird house there and as I went by it the occupants were attempting to protect their property. The blue bird of happiness was driving me away.
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me