Sitting outside this morning, I began to read the New York Times and sip on some enjoyable Stumptown coffee. It was one of those mindless mornings where I was making every effort to relax. I sensed something else going on in the yard that I just cannot explain. Nothing caught my eye, it was only me on the patio. My wife was at work and my kids were at school. The wind blew threw the trees, and I looked around for critters on the ground. Suddenly, I glanced towards the bird house I made when we moved to our Creole Cottage-Style home. Maxine, my daughter, loves to help me fill the birdhouse with food every time I bring it down to replace the bird seeds. Everyone should have one-a bird house-that is. If you don’t have one already, you need one. For such amusements as squirrels attempting at a free lunch…or better, what I saw today. Suddenly, there it was, a western bluebird!