A little Rocky Mountain Bluebird
(Idaho state bird)
She broke her wing once and couldn’t get it fixed. She had to make do with three little hatchlings and bum bluebird that flew off. Her wing healed wonky.
Sometimes it seemed like she’d never fly again, but that Rocky Mountain Bluebird Mama was the toughest, most determined, resourceful little thing. She wasn’t about to die, or rely on any flaky birds to bring her nuts and berries! She had things to do!
In the time it takes the carefree birds to fly from A to Z, she gets to C. She looks a little wild doin’ it, but she gets there.
Now when the birdwatchers come, she’s their favorite one. She doesn’t have quite as much to get done. There’s another bluebird that doesn’t go far and she finally gets to sing.
“There she is!” they point, barely able to maintain a whisper. “How did she survive? She shouldn’t be able to fly on that thing!”
And then she alights and, by damn, if it isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.