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Er heißt – wirklich – “Berg bluebird”. Der Berg bluebird ist völlig blau – kein Rot auf ihn, wie die westlichen bluebird. Danke für die Nachfrage und gute Wünsche für Sie, Klaus
War auf deine Seite hier ,das sind ja tolle Fotos,ein Foto ist ein kleiner blauer Vogel wie heisst der ???????. viele Grüsse Klaus
Yes, well he certainly is a handsome chap…
Have a lovely rest of evening and a wicked
Friday… Try not to be too good now… lol
Androgoth XXx
Cherno is a little more perky today but still hasn’t eaten. Hopefully he shall pick up in a few days time. Everything takes time-time-and more time !!!
Thanks so much, jacsprat!
Such a lovely comment – pure poetry. I don’t believe I have heard the Nightingale – just read about his song. That would be a gift. And how is Mr. Cherno?
I have heard of the Blue bird in songs. EG: “There will be Blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover ” Strange actually as the Blue bird does not fly in English Sky’s. I wish they did. Amazing how a little song bird can touch the heart strings and inspire people to write great songs and poetry. To hear the Nightingale , now that also is a most beautiful gift of Nature.
Sing for me sweet songbird and bring beauty to my ear !!!
Peace to you my dear Monica.
Beautiful pictures…true art. 🙂
Sandy, that’s such a compliment. You take the most beautiful photos ever, with poems to match! Thank you.
Monica, I don’t know what I like best, the photos or the poems. I haven’t seen a mountain bluebird since I was a kid. Thank you!
Thank you, dear Laz
Ah!, you got me in the weak spot Monica,(my mind)ha..
I love your photos and your wonderful poems, Thanks my friend
You made my day, 🙂
Peace,
Laz
Very kind of you, Sandy. I forgot about the bluebird of happiness, but it does feel that way.
Pen, I love that “blue-fully alive”. It’s perfect. Thank you!!
Thank you, Androgoth. I wonder if he knows how good he looks!
Thank you, Bluebee – that’s how I feel, too – a sight for sore eyes!
Hi Wath, We are supposed to have redwinged blackbirds, but I have never seen one here. Late spring for you, too?
Hello Ian, Thank you so much for your comments and visits!
Ahhhh, yes… The bluebird of happiness is alive and well!! But you know what? The poem makes ’em prettier.
Sandy
I think I’m in love with a little Bluebird, all thanks to you Monica, through your lovely words, describing a little songbird, sitting there so ‘blue-fully’ alive amongst the twisted deadwood and multi-toned Willow. xPenx
This is a lovely poem Monica and how wicked
is this Bluebird just to sit there, perched in tranquility
Androgoth XXx
Ah, that’s a sight for sore eyes, Monica – beautiful words in different shades of blue and the picture you paint of that exquisite bird flitting about the bush 😀 thx – bb
Very nice.
Lots of pretty blue birds around here.
I want to see a redwinged blackbird, haven’t seen one yet and it’s time.
Thanks for this
That was lovely to read Monica and the pics are a delight to see
Thank you
Ian