Blue Birds

The bluebirds hatched early this spring. Flight training

started today as I lay facing their launch pad. When

they were weren’t eating, they were mad at mom and

dad and spoke gratingly in the demanding language of

newborns in our house and the birdhouse. As I watched,

mesmerized, they nervously surmised the feat of avoiding

the ground. And without a peep, unfolded those things

called wings, and fluttered face-down into the ground!

Up was a lot further than down! They spent the day

On the runway practicing for the flight home.