Surprise Bluebird, home

Today was Friday the 13th, and, of course, those folks afflicted by triskaidekaphobia were probably tempted to spend the entire time in bed. I decided to tempt fate with a walk, and though it looked like it might rain at any time during the daylight hours, the precipitation held off and enabled me to do some digital birding with my camera. The warblers and other newly returned songbirds stayed mostly quiet in the gray, cool weather, but on the edge of the woods, I heard some commotion and spotted a dazzling flash of blue in the underbrush. I fully expected that a flash was going to be all I observed—it was the most unlucky of dates, after all—but triskaidekaphobes take heart: there is some good luck to be had on Friday the 13th after all. This Bluebird decided that a few minutes spent posing on a nearby branch was a fine antidote to the day's bad reputation. Maybe I'll buy a lottery ticket.