Saw a male bluebird sitting in a tree; spied himself a cricket, good eating, so he swooped down to feed, or so I had thought. Once cricket had been secured, to a branch where a female stood he flew. Good eating, miss. Thank you, sir. She took the bug. And, down it went.
Now I know!
Later that week I would snack and bring tidbits of what I devoured to my lady – coconut bites, tortilla chips, and other such morsels. She would take the offerings, appreciative. Thank you, wise bluebird.
