Bluebirds are not-quite-endangered, but rare. And yet our back yard is teeming with them. You can sit out there and count six or seven without trying. So I wonder, why, in a time when bluebirds are struggling to get by (thanks to non-native species that kill them and use their nests) do we have what might rightly be called a shit-ton of bluebirds?
After yesterday, I’m convinced the answer is, because our bluebirds do not take shit from anyone. You sit in the back yard? They send a guy to sit in the tree near you. You get in a fight with your brother because he’s arguing that it must be a girl bluebird because it’s so fat, and he goes and gets some of his buddies. The dog strays a little too close to something they like? They’re divebombing her.
Until this, my experience with bluebirds has been limited to Disney movies, but I seem to recall them sitting on shoulders or resting on fingers or helping make dresses.
I do not recall any acting like tiny mafia members.
But, clearly, times have changed.