Migration must be starting, as the Rocky Mountain Bluebirds nest north of me. With the extreme winds and snow, this fellow took shelter in the yard. I saw the flit of blue as I was returning from helping move cattle, and, wouldn't you know it, I didn't have my camera with me. However, the winds outside the yard are horrid, and he stayed among the south branches of the hackberry trees. I am sure he will be gone tomorrow after the winds subside.
Really good-looking