We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Bird-hunting is basically walking, or hiking, with a dog and a gun. Maybe with a pal or two.
Our Sunday hunt was not productive of meat, but we must have seen 50 Bluebirds. Whether a migrating flock or a local population, who knows? They do not migrate much, depending on food supply. Berries in winter, bugs in summer. They are a kind of thrush, like robins and lots of other birds.
The Eastern Bluebird likes large fields, meadows, pastures, beaver marshes, and golf courses. Backyards, not much. Woodlands, no.
If you scatter 5 or 10 Bluebird houses around a large meadow, they will find them sooner or later. Tree Swallows will find them too, and they can fight about it.
Exactly, some of the best days are when everything is perfect aside from the absence of game, all the way down to the simple excitements of loaded weaponry, working dogs, perfect conditions, beautiful scenery, and comradery. Besides, if you bag them, then you have to pluck and dress them.
There is a preserve near where I live that comprises woods and former cranberry bogs that are being allowed to return to natural wetlands. (Whenever one of the old spillways fails after a storm, the beavers repair it.) The custodial organization has placed dozens of nesting sites (bird houses) around the property. Last year about 35% of the successful fledges were Eastern Bluebirds, the largest percentage by species. Very encouraging as they were thought to be in decline locally. Their big competitor seems to be House Wrens, which on an attitude-per-gram basis are one of the feistiest birds out there.