It’s Poetry Friday!
I’ve been excited to welcome back the bluebirds and to watch them form a family. I don’t know if the male is my original friend, Fred, but I like to think he is. Just this week the five eggs hatched. I had to be quick with my camera as Fred is very protective, but here they are just a few hours old.
Hatchlings
five eggs nesting
miracle of life transforming
hatchlings greet the world
Draft, 2025RoseCappelli
I write a lot of poems about bluebirds. Here’s one from a few years ago inspired by One Dark Bird by Liz Garton Scanlon, a beautiful picture book about a murmuration of starlings.
One Blue Bird
1 blue bird
waves a wing
scans the sky
starts to sing
2 fine friends
build a nest
twigs and grass
woven, pressed
3 smooth shells
next day 4
not done yet
there’s one more
5 warm eggs
nestled deep
peck, peck, CRACK—
cheep, cheep, cheep!
Draft, 2023RoseCappelli
Sarah Grace Tuttle has the roundup today here where she shares her April Poetry Project, What May Not Be Erased: A Chapbook of Protest Poetry. Be prepared to be inspired! And be sure to stop by for lots more poetry goodness.
Imagine the Possibilities 
What a treat to see the hatchlings and capture them in words and a photo. We rarely get bluebirds this far south. I did a morning meditation yesterday that had me repeat the mantra “everything is a miracle.” These hatchlings certainly are!
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Thanks, Margaret.
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Rose, I love the counting in this poem! And the pictures are priceless! (We have an occupied blue bird box, but we mounted it just a little too high for me to be able to peek inside! We’ll fix it eventually. Meanwhile…we’ve got babies too! Yay!) xo
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Yay to bluebird babies. I wrote the counting poem a few years ago, but I smiled realizing I used an em dash. I’m rethinking lots of my punctuation after your wonderful webinar.
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Hooray for singing, winging babies! Love your joyful rhymes, Rose.
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I remember Fred! Wonderful poems and photos — beautiful eggs! The counting poem makes me happy. 🙂
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What is more perfect than these eggs!
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How delightful to see your photo and read your poems! We need these tiny miracles.
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I adore the counting poem. It’s wonderful and whimsical and true.
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Oh, those sweet hatchlings!
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What joy! No wonder you return to bluebirds again and again, Rose. I think we all have our topics like that. Things that resonate so deeply within us that when we open our mouth to sing, they come out of us. xo
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Rose! What a fun counting poem and full of your bluebird joy!
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I love your bluebird poem! What a wonderful poem of science and wonder. Thank you for sharing your bird adventures with us!
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Hooray for bluebirds, inspiration, and hope! Thanks for the reminder of the “miracle of life transforming.”
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Hi Rose, I luv how you are the Bluebird Poet of Happiness! And the Bluebird Naturalist. What a wonder to watch this sacred creation. And so kind of you to handle all the box caretaking from season to season.
We feel blessed to see a bluebird couple singing, see this couple daily grabbing bugs from our yard. Along the neighborhood streets, we watch other bluebird couples flying & hunting in this woodsy feeling city area, this time of year in N. Florida. I’ve always wondered which tree holds their nests. I don’t see any boxes in anyone’s yard. We went to a bluebird box-build at our wonderful nursery for native plants when our gal was young, put the nest box up & it never enticed any birds – blue or otherwise. Maybe the bluebirds here prefer our tall lush trees.
You have brought me so much peace & joy with your post. I appreciate you.
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Thank you, Jan. So happy you are able to enjoy bluebirds, too. I think I’ve been lucky to attract them to our boxes. They are cavity nesters so they will also build in tree holes. I read that they often use holes made by woodpeckers.
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How lucky you are to be able to make friends with bluebirds AND see their hatchlings! Here’s hoping they all fledge!
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Yes, I hope they fledge, too.
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Happy Mother’s Day, Rose. I just returned home from a delightful day with the grandgirls. I am delighted to read your bluebird poems. Their beautiful blue eggs are stunning. “Miracle of life transforming””-” is a wonderful lime to greet the day. The action in the 2nd poem would be appreciated by my little girls and others.
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Rose, they are adorable! Isn’t it magical when the eggs hatch and there are the tiny birds? We have some, too, and I love peering in. One day I’d love to have a camera in there.
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I don’t have a camera in the box (wish I did, too). When I get a chance, I just stick my phone in and snap as quickly as I can.
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