Showing posts with label Amy Barton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amy Barton. Show all posts

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Amy's happiness II

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A follow-up to last week's bluebird post:

Amy Barton writes, "I cannot thank you enough for the wonderful articles you wrote about my bluebirds. The female laid her second clutch of eggs a couple days ago. Both she and her mate have been getting a steady diet of meal worms. I bought another 1000 a week ago after they both sat on the roof of their house and kept staring at me while I worked outside. I always call to them at mealtime and they have learned that when I say 'bluebirds, here's your worms, come and get them! It's time to eat.' Thanks again for all your advice and remembrance of my Grandmother's love of bluebirds."

And then a second e-mail from Amy a few days later:

"Well I am certain the eggs are laid. The female stays in the box most of the time. I feed about 16 meal worms twice a day and they always share them. One will land on the container first (sometimes the female, sometimes the male) and eat a few worms while its mate waits patiently on top of the box. Then they will switch positions and the other bird gets to eat worms also. When the female begins to gather worms in her beak and take them to her nest, then the eggs have hatched. For now, they eat worms one at a time.

Sometimes the male seems to get a particularly wiggly worm and he flies over to the driveway and repositions it on the cement before eating. 'Guess he doesn't want to risk having to look for it in grass should he drop it!"

Thanks, Amy.

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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Amy's happiness

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As Monty Python was apt to say, "And now for something completely different."

Recently Amy Barton of Hardin Valley helped a pair of Eastern bluebirds raise their family. The experience kindled the memory of a song her grandmother used to sing to her. For Amy's complete story go to this week's farragutpress.

The "Bluebird of Happiness" composed by Sandor Harmati and Edward Heyman in 1934.

Are only different in name
For they are treated just the same by Fate.
Today a smile and tomorrow a tear
We're never sure what's in store
So learn your lesson before it is too late.
So be like I
Hold your head up high
Till you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find
Greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness.
And when she sings to you
Though you're deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through.
And so, remember this
Life is no abyss
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness.
The poet with his pen
The peasant with his plow
It makes no difference who you are
It's all the same somehow.
The king upon his throne
The jester at his feet
The artist, the actress
The man on the street.
It's a life of smiles
And a life of tears
It's a life of hope
And a life of fears.
A blinding torrent of rain
And a brilliant burst of sun,
A biting, tearing pain
And bubbling, sparkling fun.
And no matter what you have
Don't envy those you meet,
It's all the same, it's in the game
The bitter and the sweet.
And if things don't look so cheerful
Just show a little fight,
For every bit of darkness
There's a little bit of light.
For every bit of hatred
There's a little bit of love.
For every cloudy morning
There's a midnight moon above.
So don't you forget
You must search
Till you find the bluebird.
You will find peace
And contentment forever
If you will . . .
Be like I
Hold your head up high
Till you find the bluebird of happiness.
You will find
Greater peace of mind
Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness.
And when she sings to you
Though you're deep in blue
You will see a ray of light creep through.
And so remember this
Life is no abyss
Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness.
Thanks, Amy.

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