So I was outside working and sweating and cleaning up the yard and mowing (had to change the mower oil first) and sweating and trimming. It might have been time to quit for the day . . . or not. So, I sat down in a lawn chair to ponder. And I saw a bluebird. I’ve never seen one here before. Apparently, the answer was to quit for the day because had I been mowing, I’d have missed that rascal.
If he sticks around — I assume they’re nesting somewhere nearby — I’ll get a picture.