Wishing Upon Bluebirds

I awoke to Eastern bluebirds singing before first light this morning. Wonderful sound. You can't hear them without smiling.

I think they have an established nesting territory across the street.  But they come into both the front and back yard to visit berries, drink water, check out my nest box, and chatter and sing!  I love it.

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.

Eastern phoebe female, above, holding nesting material as she pauses before rising to the gazebo shelf where she is building her nest for the second year in a row.  

I'm still wishing.