I still haven't quite gotten over their absence. I had so wanted another crop of babies like the ones I had enjoyed the year before.
All is not lost, however.
A bluebird (whether the same or different I can't know) and his female companion have been feeding in the front yard for about a month now. They're feeling right at home, evidenced by the poop dribbled down my front passenger door.
Here he is, early morning, doing what he does best: hunting. The good news is that the neighbor's cat has been spoiled because of the cold winter. I think she's an indoor kitty now, so this kitty-loving woman can enjoy her outdoor birds.