Bluebird is the Word

I walked at Breakneck Hill Conservation Land during my lunch break.  This place has such a positive effect on my peace of mind.  There were Eastern Bluebirds everywhere.  It was so awe-inspiring to witness the brilliant blue color flashing against the muted autumn tones of the meadows and trees.  Over and over again!  In the upper meadows, the bluebirds were flying from perch to perch, landing on any growth that stuck up higher than the cut grass.  Farther back on the trails, they were flying from tree to tree.

 Blue Jay (competing for a prize in the brilliant blue plumage contest)

 Dark-Eyed Juncos

foraging on the path

Eastern Phoebe

 Woodpecker (poss. Hairy)

White-Throated Sparrow