So I decided to get a chair and my camera with the long lens and see if I could capture the bluebird when it returned to the house.
I waited for awhile, mentally ticking off the numerous things I had planned on doing this morning before I left.
But it was such a beautiful day, and I was glad to be outside in the fresh air. I could wait until the elusive bluebird returned.
I took photos of one of the other birdhouses, further up the fenceline. I bought this one last summer for my husband when I was visiting blogging friends in Mathews County, Virginia.
I was still waiting for that bluebird to return.
My husband walked by.
I got a photo of his back just for good measure. I will add it to my collection.
A beautiful cat posed for me. This is a rarity, I will have you know.
And still, no bluebird. I went inside to get coffee in order to have something to do while I continued my vigil for that bird. The hell with the vacuuming, I told myself as I splashed in a nice dollop of half and half.
I took the coffee outside with me, sipping it while I waited for the bird to appear.
And then, through the lens, I saw my little friend.
He’s bokeh here, as I focused on the fenceline.
He sees me.
He gently drops his frisbee, and doesn’t seem quite sure what to do.
I am not saying anything at this point, only sitting there with the camera.
And then I think I giggled.
Mama! Mama mama mama mama!
I believe I began laughing at this point.
The laughing makes him run faster. Mama! I’m comin’, mama!
I luuuuurve you, mama.
I believe that one of the best things in this world is having a dog that, at the sight of you, gets so darn happy that he just wants to kiss you.
Yep. That’s the best.
Needless to say, I never did catch that bluebird Saturday morning. But I do have a bluebird photo taken by my husband in February, 2009.
Such a beautiful little bird.
Thanks for stopping by today, my friends.
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