At first, I worried he'd hurt himself, but after a spring season of knock-knock-knocking last year, I have learned he'll survive just fine. (My car will, too, despite his droppings, and I can always just wash the house window's once the eggs are settled in the nest.)
So now to the question of naming.
Let's see. The scientific name for the Eastern Bluebird is Scialia scialis.
Hmm.
Sol? His puffed chest is russet like an October moon or a ripe pumpkin, not the sun.
Hmm.
Saul? Memories of 9th-grade Ancient History: "Saul slept in a tent." I don't think so.
Hmm.
Sal? Reminds me of Sal Mineo. He was small, but not especially bluebirdish.
Hmm.
Sammy? Too childish for such a devoted husband and father-to-be.
I know!
Sweeney!
That's it!
The Internet tells me the name means "little hero."
Nothing could be more fitting for this strong little bird, perched on my window screens and front porch art, trilling like an Irish tenor, "It's me, it's me, it's me!"
2 comments:
Tell Sweeney hello from us! Harper said that is a sweet name, and approves. We haven't seen our pair in the past few days. Perhaps they have moved along?
Your pair might be keeping to the bird box. Maybe there are eggs!
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