Bluebirds

[Shortsighted]

 Even Cowgirls get the Blues. That is the title of a book from 1976, written by Tom Robbins. It was also made into a film, directed by Gus Van Sant and starring Uma Thurman.  I can still feel the book in my hands from almost 50 years ago. I categorically deny feeling Uma Thurman in my hands.  Is that even possible with muscle memory.  Surely, those muscles have long since atrophied.  I’ve looked in the mirror with a wince and I can’t seem to find any muscle.  Muscle memory is a strange phenomenon.  Even those afflicted with Parkinson’s disease and therefore have trouble walking may have less difficulty riding a bike due to muscle memory.
 
 
 Anyway,  in celebration of contrived segues, I wonder if bluebirds ever get the blues?  Yes, quite right, it is a stupid question.  I’ve always had a thing for bluebirds and stupid questions.  A dearth of one and an over-abundance of the other.  It must be the colour blue, painted on a bird, because a blue sky, while very nice indeed, doesn’t quite enchant.  Blue butterflies are also a special treat and seldom seen.  Then there are blue beetles, blue flowers, Blue Meanies, whatever they are ... mushrooms I think.  It took years before I saw my first bluebird and that sad history made me blue. I wore out my Miles Davis album during that interval.  Now, I get to see a bluebird, or two, most every year, since I’ve divined where to look. The female and male (below) are best photographed during overcast weather with diffused light.  All the rest of the bluebirds are probably fine in Full Sun.  I’ve been reading too many plant tabs at my local gardener.  A sort of ocular – psycho – conditioning, I guess.