Our late spring means a late start on the bluebird trail this year. Seven boxes are up and ready; one has the beginnings of a nest, either bluebird or chickadee (it is cup shaped, like a bluebird’s, but there is moss inside, like a chickadee’s), and the rest are empty. Bluebirds are here now and can be heard and seen in the park and on the golf course. In one of the boxes put up in early April, I found a dead male bluebird. Perhaps the cold winter weather of the past few weeks was too much for him.
