The birdbaths were cleaned and refilled by me before the rain arrived
on Friday afternoon - then later they were topped up by nature in some
really heavy downpours on and off during the night.
I love watching birds bathe, they seem to truly enjoy plunging in, flapping
their wings, sitting on the rim for a few seconds then hopping back in and
repeating their showering in wild abandon. Then it's up on a tree branch to
dry off and preen those precious feathers.
Some of our larger garden birds are real bathers, especially the American Robin
and Brown Thrasher, in fact the robins will often show up as soon as they hear
the water from the garden hose.
On this day, after I filled all the baths, who did I catch enjoying the waters?
A little female Eastern Bluebird splashing merrily, then flying up to a branch
looking rather damp and bedraggled, but probably feeling much cleaner.
Although I've yet to see bluebirds nest in the box on the potting shed wall
(they apparently don't like that spot), I like to think she has a nest and a family
hidden somewhere in my garden - I have seen her with her mate often - and
perhaps on this particular afternoon was taking some much needed personal
time to freshen up during her busy parental chores.
As long as there are bluebirds, there will be miracles and
a way to find happiness ~ Shirl Brunnell 1934-2005 author of "I Hear Bluebirds"