Bluebirds Communicate with /humans

My husband and I are avid bird watchers. We moved last Spring to a new location in Virginia. Our home is in an open area that has a wooded plain in the back. We saw a few birds here and there, but particularly noticed a Bluebird couple that lit each morning on a gym set left by the previous owner. We grew accustom to seeing them diving off the gym to catch their meals each day. It was on a Wednesday that the previous owner came and took the gym set back. Much to our dismay the Bluebirds had no platform from which to launch their search for prey .

We did not notice the Bluebirds frequently the rest of Summer until I purchased a wooden trellis and bird bath. My blue buddies began to come again each morning for a splash and hunt for breakfast. They seemed to be happy again and we were thrilled that they had come back near our kitchen window.

Winter in Virginia was harsh this past year with record amounts of snow. We started to feed all types of birds. Our feathered friends feasted on pounds of thistle and sunflower seeds. However, our Bluebirds did not seem to want any of those delicacies. Feeling sorry for them , I got on line and found out what Bluebirds love to eat. To really get their attention, I decided on live meal worms. The worms arrived a few days later in a cloth sack that was stuffed in a box. Now talking about a job---wrangling those little dudes in to a plastic keeper was one more job. By this time my husband had erected a house for the birds in the lower yard which they seemed to frequent. So we decided to put their worms in a dish a top the house. It did not take long until the "blues", as we call them, were dinning in style. I think we rather spoiled these lapis creatures! For weeks they have gotten two squares a day of the most succulent worms you can imagine. At this point they are like dogs waiting for a bone. They sit on the trellis until we appear on the deck and then fly to their house to see if we bring a treat. If we don't bring the treat, the fly up on the deck and pear at us through the glass doors until we move. Then they fly back to their house and wait. Mrs. Blue has even been known to fly up against our windows in disgust with our lack of attention. The other day my Husband and I went on a trip and left the Blues unattended for a day or two. Mr. Blue was keeping watch for our return. He was in the front yard sitting on a light pole. As soon as we arrived he flew to the top of his house where Mrs awaited. We think the Blues are raising young. Can't wait for a family of these peeping toms to descend on us.