A lovely interlude this morning (that feels like about a decade ago): watching almost two dozen blue birds in a set of big old apple trees next to an old field.  They were flying up, down, around, chasing each other madly or perhaps joyously.  It was a beautiful fall day, clear, and here were all these little, living sparks of the blue sky rising from the old gold fields and the lovely lichen blue/grey/green tree. I suppose chasing insects, there being no fruit in the tree, or maybe just enjoying the morning.