I awoke to Eastern bluebirds singing before first light this morning. Wonderful sound. You can't hear them without smiling.
Later I happened to look out the window and saw the nesting phoebes chasing away a male bluebird. He landed on a limb that is the male phoebe's preferred perch while he guards the female's nest building activity. I hate that. I do wish we could all get along so the bluebirds could settle into the nest box that is near by.
I'm still wishing.
More about bluebirds can be found in these blog posts at Vickie Henderson Art: Bluebirds and Wild Turkey and the Gentle Eastern Bluebird.