March 22, 1992
Havre de Grace. -- Down the fenceline I go, in the cold wind, doing an annual farm chore that hasn't much to do with farming -- inspecting the bluebird boxes. It's usually late February or early March when I do this, but this year I'm running behind.There are more than a dozen on trees and fenceposts around the farm, and I like to clean out last year's clutter and make minor repairs before the boxes are needed for nesting again. Lots of people do this. Bluebird boxes are everywhere these days, and bluebirds, rare when I was a child, are now abundant.