Bob told me to look outside and take my camera. There were more flowers blooming. So I spent some time snapping pictures of all the beautiful new posies. I kept hearing the loud trill or a bird; but I couldn't see any trace. Then I looked up into the neighbor's big old tree and on a high branch sat the brightest bluebird. Bob told me that they have a nest in one of his birdhouses by the grapes. So I zoomed in on the little birdie and got his picture. She had her mouth open and was telling me something important. I wonder how many babies that she has in her little birdhouse.
