A bluebird was snatching bugs on the fly in the sunny yard, so The Old Lady kept an eye on the birdhouse atop a nearby fencepost.

Her vigilance was rewarded when she spotted a bird flitting through the hole into the little wooden box!

As soon as she focused her binoculars the bird poked her head back out for a peek, with her beak full of soft-looking nesting material.  She kept her eye on The Old Lady as the scary human backed away.  The Old Lady wondered how far she would have to retreat before she did not represent a threat to the bird.  The answer: about fifty feet, then the bird disappeared back inside.  

Keeping the binoculars focused The Old Lady waited for the bird to reappear.  As soon as the little head poked out again her mate fluttered down in front of her – OH! Resplendent in his bright blue coat and rusty orange vest! – then landed on the top of the birdhouse.  He leaned over and gently fed her a tidbit from his beak. 

Nothing says LOVE like a beakful of bugs!