may the bluebird of happiness fly up your nose

Every spring the bluebirds pass through here. I LOVE them, and wish they'd stay, but they never do. Until this year. A pair is nesting in a piece of machinery near the garden. It's either me or my camera (I suspect the former), but I just cannot get a good photo. Sara and Kevin came for the weekend and I asked Kevin to please try and get a shot. Here's what he captured.I could just eat this photo right up. And, of course, reducing it to post on this blog does not do it one ounce of justice. Glorious, in my opinion!