As I sit in my rocking chair on the front porch, I am visited by my more colorful neighbors. This gentleman came for an early lunch and stays for the afternoon. He danced and dipped across the lawn, lighting on the shagbark hickory. Every now and then he would fly off, only to return for some hapless insect or a grub that stirred beneath the green carpet of lawn.
And then, as the sun places it's last kiss on the evening sky, a blur of blue says goodnight.