I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing

than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

-e.e. cummings

This morning a pudgy little bluebird was sitting outside the kitchen window when I came to make coffee. Precious little dude, such fine feathers. Leo and I put up bluebird boxes this weekend. Within an hour of putting them up, a bluebird was fluttering in front of one of them, window shopping I guess. He didn't go in. Rather, he sat on top of it.....considering the view perhaps? and then to a nearby branch to check out the neighborhood. I called the Bird Watchers' General Store this morning, concerned that no(bird)body had gone in the boxes yet. They assured me that it'll be a few more weeks before the birds get serious about nesting. Good to know.

Well, it's a new day, a new week. Leo and I are busy doing our civic duty with the US Census Bureau. That's right, "Census Sara" at your service. We are enumerators, going door to door here on the Outer Cape filling out questionnaires with people. It's fascinating. The characters, quirky and brilliant, all in their own ways, make us grateful that we're here. "Be where you are" is so easy when those around you inspire.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing

than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

Amen to that.