Bluebird of happiness

I wonder where the phrase Bluebird of happiness comes from...is it because when you see one, your day is automatically made a bit more cheerful? This one we saw on a drive a few weeks back. We often see them, but ususally don't get a chance to photograph them. And even with this one, I only got the one shot. We were stopped in a covered bridge, so I tried to get out of the car and went around behind to sneak to a place out of view, hoping I could sneak up for a closer shot, but it took off before I even got around the car.
This fellow was out at the strip pits...it teams with red-winged blackbirds in the spring....then they all leave. They are beautiful...and very vocal.

As I sit at my computer I glance down the street a couple house and watch a pair of crows...they have a nest in the tiptop of a big pine/spruce type of tree. I cannot actually see the nest, I just see them coming and going all day long. I wonder how many babies they will have, and wonder if one will get blown out during some of the storms that come through.
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My boss always told about a kid in his class that had a pet crow....he thought it was the coolest thing. The boy would take off on his bicycle and the crow would come flying from behind and land on the handlebars and ride there.....

My boss told a lot of stories. I wish I had written them down, but just never thought it would all end so suddenly. He told of the circus coming to town--this was a small northern Indiana town. The elephant got loose and went through the town. It went in either a business or home...this is me forgetting which, not my boss. Anyway, it fell through to the basement. And here I don't remember the end of the story.

My boss also told of a boy he went to school with....he was one all the kids just sort of passed over and thought was a doofus....That changed completely with one assignment. They had to memorize a poem, or famous speech or some famous work. I forget what my boss memorized...but the 'doofus' was called on and he had memorize The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and stood at the front of the class to present it.....the class was completely enthralled. It was the last class of the day, and they all wanted to stay late to hear it all...I forget how long he said they sat there. But set there they did...not making a sound.

Just so many stories like that...lunch was ALWAYS fun there...

Flapping in the wind...

All the Amish homes I passed the other day had their clothes hung...so I suppose Monday is their wash day. I wonder how it would be to have such simple things like what day you do your wash decided for you..and does anyone ever wash on another day. Or is it that they just happened to wash on the same day. I have read though where the day is set by the particular order one belongs to...
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I plan to have some clothes flapping in the wind in a bit...it is cloudy and cold, but I don't think we are going to get any rain or light rain and snow mix as was predicted! This is kind of hard to take after having several days of shirt-sleeve weather. But as long as warm days are just around the corner, I will deal with it. The house was 64º this morn, so had to kick the heat back on.

We haven't had breakfast yet...just coffee. Much of the time we are not hungry when we first get up and will fool around an hour or two before we even think about eating; looks like today it is going to be even longer.

ETA: Just hung up my clothes and there were just few little snowflakes. Just saying...saying I am ready for winter to be done!

Country rooster

I don't remember a time that I didn't like roosters...I don't know why I find them so appealing, but I do. And it is a great day when I get to see one and even greater if I get to photograph it. I saw this one on a drive day before yesterday...
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Spring is here fore real...we had our breakfast on the front porch this morn. I love sitting outside and having a cup of coffee or a coke, but having breakfast out there is even better. Or brunch might be a better word. We had a BLT minus the L this morn....

Often when I make BLTs it brings to mind a neighbor and his son. The son was grown...in his 20's at least but a little bit mentally challenged. The dad had a garage in back where he worked on vehicles...Eric helped. Well, the dad was going to be gone and ask Roger to keep an eye on things and ask if we would fix lunch for Eric.

I decided to fix BLTs and when we fix BLTs we are not skimpy with the bacon. I really piled it on...he ate the first one...he ate another just as loaded, and I think another...and looked to me for more. By then I was out of bacon and he had to make do with what he had had. He was content, but had just really liked them. It made me wonder if he had ever had them before.