Indigo Bunting

This morning, I drove to the grocery store in Winchester via back roads. When I turned from Hawkins Cove Road onto Georgia Crossing, a blue-green jewel of a bird lifted from the road and zoomed into the corn field to my right: an indigo bunting, one of my favorite birds in the area.
Although they are not fond of bird feeders, one once alighted on my feeder just beyond the living room window and sat for quite a long time, apparently staring off into space.

The color is so brilliant that the first time I saw an indigo bunting, I thought I had imagined the bird. Now my eyes are more skillful and I see them often.

Any day that begins with an indigo bunting is certain to be a good day.

(The photo is from Weather Underground online.)