Jane Clute: Where are the bluebirds? And the hummingbirds?
I’m equally thrilled by the sight of a bluebird. And equally disappointed by the lack thereof. A couple of pairs usually get us all wound up in late December or early January, when they descend and pretend our condos have more bells and whistles, the rent is cheaper, room service is available – and they’re here for the duration.
They hang a couple of weeks, pay the deposits, eat our bugs, drink our water, gobble our suet, wash in our baths. Then you wake up one morning and they’re gone. Just like that.
Oh yeah, they come back in a couple of weeks. Maybe a month. They’ll stay a day or two, just long enough to reel us in. Then the heartless little critters pull another disappearing act, leaving us to pause every time we pass a window.
What’s with bluebirds anyway? Don’t they know we ante up for the chance to see them? Those with luck have bragging rights. Those who lose – well, they lack something or the other.




