Happiness is a shy little bird. Hiding from sight in life’s nooks and crannies, impossible to find if you look but then it darts out and lands on your shoulder just when you least expect it. It sidles up beside you like a pickpocket on a crowded street, soft and silent as wings brushing against your lapel. Hardly even noticed until something or someone causes it to flush in a flurry of feathers from beneath your jacket, taking with it a sizeable chunk of your heart. Try to grab hold as it flies away and the thief proves as elusive as dreams upon waking, slipping through your fingers like a shadow, like quicksilver.
The concept of happiness has been flitting in and out of my brain and my life for a couple of weeks now. My birthday earlier this month may have provided the initial impulse. This wasn’t a major milestone year, I’ve got too much on my plate these days to leave much room for cake, plus I’m living in a new town and don’t know many people yet… but I did take a little time to acknowledge the day and do some thinking.
December 31st may be the culturally accepted time to contemplate one’s short- or long-term past and make plans for the year to come, but my inner-Pagan knows the vernal equinox is the true start of a new trip around the sun. Besides, I’m not much for following the crowd. I was the kind of kid who would disassemble all the board games in the house, shuffling the tokens and cards to make up my own game with my own rules. So I like the idea of a personal calendar that begins in April, and a personal New Year’s Eve for reviewing said year is also appealing. Later that same week, two unanticipated events provided additional incentive to ponder the nature of happiness.
Then again, maybe I’ve had happiness on my mind because the bluebirds have returned.
This year, I’ve been watching eastern bluebirds (Sialia sialis) each morning while my terrier-boy practices his soccer moves on a squeaky red rubber ball. At other times in my life, while living in other parts of the U.S., I’ve watched spring come to town on the wings of both western and mountain bluebirds (S. Mexicana and S. currucoides, respectively). A feathered piece of sky flashing across the landscape on shallow wing beats can lift a heavy heart and lighten my mood.
Members of the Turdidae family (aka thrushes), bluebirds are related to that other famous spring harbinger, the American robin (Turdus migratorius). All three Sialia species are easy to spot and identify even though, as fruit and insect eaters, they don’t visit seed-filled feeders. The males are clad in some combination of blue with red and/or white; their mates wear less conspicuous versions of the same plumage.
Efforts to ensure this popular bird’s continued breeding success began with the recognition that they were struggling in the face of competition from introduced species such as the European starling (Sturnus vulgaris) and house sparrow (Passer domesticus), as well as reduced access to nesting habitat. Happily, by building, installing, monitoring, and maintaining special nest boxes, handy men and women across the U.S. have proven crucial to the species’ recovery.
Bluebirds have long symbolized cheerfulness, health, prosperity, and renewal, although I’m not sure why. Their lives are far from easy or free of conflict. Males battle over breeding territories, chasing one another at breakneck speeds, grabbing each other by the feet in mid-air, smacking opponents with their wings as they try to pull each others feathers out with their beaks. They must defend nest cavities or boxes from a host of other birds, many of which are substantially larger. Once a nest site has been established, a mated pair may produce 2-4 broods per season—a task that requires foraging non-stop during daylight hours to find enough food to keep themselves and their offspring fed. If that were not challenge enough, bluebirds undertake an exhausting and hazardous migration of up to 2,000 miles each autumn and spring.
Despite these hardships, some sources claim the connection between blue birds and happiness is global (albeit focused on bird species indigenous to each country or continent). One thing is certain—the notion, however it began, has been perpetuated by Hollywood and on the radio. I have to wonder if any other bird has been as popular with songwriters and singers, starting with Bluebird of Happiness, a hit song in the early 1930s that may have ushered this phrase into the popular vernacular. Judy Garland probably helped things along when she sang of bluebirds flying Somewhere Over the Rainbow. For those who like both their birds and their grass blue, there’s Lester Flatt’s Bluebirds Singing For Me. Paul McCartney, Buffalo Springfield, Bonnie Raitt and, more recently Christina Perri and Adam Green all feature bluebirds on their playlist. Sara Bareilles’ poignant Bluebird tells of a kind of migration, but my own favorite blue bird tune, Birdhouse in Your Soul by They Might Be Giants, transports me to a happy scene, sitting at the kitchen table of a remote lake house in a faraway forest.
Emotions can be tricky to articulate and color can help paint a clearer picture. I get that. If a friend says she’s in the pink or he’s green with envy, you know the score even without the details (although you may still want to hear them). Red is, of course, the color of both anger and passion (maybe that’s why one so often leads to the other). Blue is happiness—at least, that’s what a little bird told me. But is it? If I say I’m feeling blue you’re not likely to picture me in your mind’s eye singing in the rain ala Gene Kelly.
How did a single color come to represent both sides of the spectrum, sadness and joy? I wish I knew, but I’m not sure it matters in the long run. I do know this: happiness prefers an open palm to an iron grip. It doesn’t do well when caged; like a wild bird, it needs to be free to come and go as it chooses. A full life requires both kinds of blue plus all the other colors and creatures, winter and spring, parting and reunion. If you want to have happiness in your life you must be willing to risk losing it, trusting that it will return as surely as bluebirds in April. That’s the trade-off, the price you pay for the flutter of wings in your heart and stomach.
But worth every penny.
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April 15, 2012 at 2:27 am
What an absolutely beautiful post!
April 15, 2012 at 3:20 pm
I’m so glad to know you enjoyed it–thanks for letting me know!
April 15, 2012 at 2:40 am
I feel very much happy when I see birds, though I can say that we dont have any blue birds here. Perhaps, the Bluebird migration timing attributed them to bring happiness as they mark the arrival of spring.. being one of the first birds to migrate! Also, being blue, a cheerful color perhaps that name would have stayed!
April 15, 2012 at 3:19 pm
Those are all great possibilities, Hindupur. I suspect the connection between blue, bluebirds, and happiness may have to do with the blue skies of sunny days… but then that leaves me wondering why we also equate blue with feeling sad or down/depressed. Maybe it has to do with water, in the form of tears, and the reflected color of lakes and seas. Just a guess…
April 15, 2012 at 11:22 am
hope you enjoyed many singing thrushes of various kinds for your birthday comtemplations…
April 15, 2012 at 3:16 pm
Thanks, Sidney! I’m hearing way more than thrushes singing–lately the morning chorus has become orchestral in both volume and the diversity of “instruments” LOL
April 17, 2012 at 6:50 pm
You’ve managed to craft an extremely informative post that is also very deep thinking! Bravo. Made me also think of the song “Bluebird” by Paul McCartney & Wings which has a peaceful, calming tempo to it. Happy Birthday.
April 19, 2012 at 11:42 am
Thank you–for both the happy birthday wishes and the post compliment. I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
April 17, 2012 at 7:20 pm
Kieran, your words evoke the music about which you write — so lovely and lyrical. What an incredible post and examination of our internal and external blues … and reds. I hadn’t thought about blue in its dichotomy. Putting aside the etymology of blues, the music, perhaps it’s just an element of blue evoking lusciousness (blue velvet) which can then be construed by our filters to be lush in blue emotion or lush in joy.
April 19, 2012 at 11:48 am
Thank you, Ingrid. You know, I learned while studying art (a long time ago) that the human eye can perceive more shades and tints of blue than any other color. Maybe that’s why “blue” can represent both positive and negative emotions. There’s the azure of a sunny day (I immediately think of the crystalline skies of New Mexico) and also the slatey tones of both stormy seas and moods… and all the nuances in-between.
May 29, 2014 at 7:43 pm
Looking for more information on the Eastern Bluebird I found your site. Glad I did, love your post and pictures! Great shots 🙂
Check out my recent post on bluebirds; http://michaelswoodcraft.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/bluebirds-building-nest/