About six years ago I installed a bluebird nesting box from Wild Birds Unlimited in my yard. I painted it in bright colors and waited for the cheerful little birdies to show up. And I waited. And I waited some more. Periodically I'd clean out lizards, toads (really!), more wasp nests than I care to recall, and waited for its true owners to show up. But they never did and it was discouraging. But this past week I was standing at my sink washing dishes when I saw a flash of blue through the window to the feeder in the back yard. I kept an eye open for that same blue flash and saw it again two days later, and looked it up in my Florida bird guide. Sure enough, it was a male Eastern Bluebird. Now that I knew I had a regular chow hound I stocked the feeder with more bluebird attracting food (thanks again, WBU) and was rewarded with regular sightings. He always flew off to the NW, the area of the yard where the nesting box was. This morning I was drinking my coffee with a b...