Bluebird of Happiness

I had a visitor at my office window this morning -just prior to which I heard a clatter of chirping in the tree outside. I turned around at my desk to determine the cause and saw a flurry of winged activity in a nearby tree. Yesterday was a gray and stormy day. The wind howled all day and brought horizontal rain and lightening. Today bore absolutely no resemblance - the sun was shining bright and the sky was as blue as a cornflower without a cloud in sight. As I listened to the excited voices in the tree, it occurred to me that they choose a very nice day to practice their chorale skills.

Before I describe this morning's visitor, I should back up a bit. I have had feathered visitors to my office window before. Just last year a bright red cardinal flew up to my window and walked along the sill while peering in at me. I was convinced that it must have been some sort of sign, so immediately I googled the meaning of a red cardinal sighting and read that it was a sign of good luck. Well, after no particular good luck befell me, I must admit to the disappointment I felt.

This morning's visitor was a bluebird. He, like the cardinal, flew over and peered into my window and looked at me - and I back at him. After he had an eyeful, he flew back to the singing tree, and at that moment, I recognized that all the chattering birds were bluebirds. It was a whole tree full of bluebirds.

Now, I didn't need a Google search to tell me that the Bluebird symbolizes happiness. This time, I did receive the gift from the visiting bird - his visit did immediately make me happy. Thank you, bluebird.