BIRD LIFE IN WASHINGTON 
3 
WESTERN BLUEBIRD 
You are lucky if you catch Western 
Bluebird singing his song of love. I had 
begun to think the nursery rhyme was 
teaching a myth: “I know the song that 
the bluebird is singing,” it says. 
I followed Bluebird many a season be- 
fore I caught him voicing his love. Then 
to add a charm, if that were possible, to 
the ethereal music, he sang while he 
floated back and forth overhead. 
The sun rose over the stately firs: the 
WESTERN BLUEBIRD 
dew drops sparkled like silver stars 
while the bird sang its greeting. I was so 
happy to be able to say in truth, “I know 
the song that the bluebird is singing,” 
that his love notes rang in my ears for 
hours. 
