Indigo Bunting

Later in the morning, clouds had begun to melt away and open up to a deep blue sky with a warm sun. In the old field along the highway, just outside our subdivision, an Indigo Bunting chanted its sweet-sweet, chew-chew, sweet-sweet song. Although it’s late in the season, this is the first time I’ve heard or seen an Indigo Bunting here this spring – I’d almost given up – so on this last day of May, it’s a second new arrival.

The small, intensely-blue bird perched in a scraggly dead tree on the edge of the power cut that runs through the field, in full and beautiful view. Though it appeared as little more than a tiny, shimmering, deep-blue dot, it sang and sang, a cheerful, sunny, summery song.

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