I saw the prettiest thing at lunch. I was just getting into the car when I saw a movement of bright blue and fluttering into the ground cover not two feet from the nose of my car was a bluebird. I froze and watched him as he turned, flirting his tail and exposing his bright orange chest. The blue of his head and wings was almost neon-blue in its intensity. He seemed to be hunting something and in a minute had jumped to another location, further away, and yet another and another, always further on. I followed him until I could no longer see his color, just his silhouette, and then he was gone.

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. . . . . noted and logged by Linda at 3:19:00 PM

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