Never would I have put the two together, yet while looking out the window over this newfallen snow, seven bluebirds came out of the bluebird house, one by one naturally, and perched on separate bare branches of the post oak. Seven. Even now I count three of them shaking themselvesand futtering about the opening to the bluebird house. Their back feathers are the deepest, most intense shade of blue, much bluer than the color appears in the spring time. I've put seed on the roof of the porch by my window in hopes that maybe they'll find it by tomorrow so I can photograph this large family. If school's out tomorrow and bluebird scouts find the seed, maybe I'll have bluebirds in abundance to post here.