Growing up, my mother's bird feeders attracted every kind of squirrel and bird, but never bluebirds. Even putting up a bluebird house didn't do the trick--they remained elusive. So my life has been a quest for bluebirds. Bluebirds come only slightly lower than my wife, daughter-in-law, daughters, and grandsons on the scale of the wonders of God's creation. Then yesterday, while David was watching Chris VanderGoot tag muskies, Mary Lee and I were sitting at our dining room table, talking, when this bluebird landed on our suet feeder! My life is complete.
I'm color-blind, but still I wonder...
where did God come up with this unbelievable blue? And how did He decide to waste it on a sparrow? You know what? I love God. He's so extravagant, so liberal with His treasures.
(PS: Don't ever trust the "Posted by" notation at the top of posts on our new blog. They'll be wrong all the time and here's the explanation. Only one person can have editing permissions for all comments, and that's David on this new blog. So in order to keep up my work of correcting typos and misspellings in our readers' comments, I have to sign in with David's identity. Then, when I post, the Man thinks I'm David. Yes, I could sign out as David and back in as me; then the "Posted by" notation would be right. But it's a pain and I'll forget to do it all the time. If you know of a workaround short of springing for the expensive business version of Type Pad, please let us know. We use Type Pad Pro.)
