Morning sunshine

male eastern bluebird
Male Eastern Bluebird. © Bruce Stambaugh 2015

Though the air was still cold, the morning sun was shining brightly. This male Eastern Bluebird took full advantage of it, too. As it waited on a chance at the peanut butter suet feeder in our backyard, the beautiful bird soaked in the sunshine’s warmth.

The sun and the bird together brought morning sunshine to me. “Morning sunshine” is my Photo of the Week.

© Bruce Stambaugh 2015

Author: Bruce Stambaugh

Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.

2 thoughts on “Morning sunshine”

  1. I would give most anything to have the bluebirds settle in around here. It’s our state bird in NY. I have many bluebird house set up for them, but we rarely see them. Thanks for sharing your bluebird with me.

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    1. You are more than welcome, Bonnie. Eastern Bluebirds are thriving here in Ohio’s Amish country, in part because most Amish cherish nature, and birding is an accepted activity the entire family can enjoy. Bluebird boxes are plentiful.

      Happy Easter,

      Bruce

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