The Blue Bird- Bad, Mad and Mightily SAD!

Once upon a time there was a little bird, a bird so blue the colour shone through.

'Nobody loves me,' he tweeted, 'I'm ever so blue.'

He ruffled his blue feathers and sniffled on his branch.

'It's because I am blue. if I was yellow or green then surely I'd be easier to love. Everyone likes yellow or green birds.'

'OOOOhhhhhhhh!' He threw his little blue head back and wailed to the birdGod, 'why am I so blue?
I must be bad, like a rotten egg, putrid and foulsome on the inside.'

 The little bird thought, look at all those other birds they are flying here and there, looking purposeful all pink and brown.  Keeping busy all got friends and worms and nests to keep them safe and sound.
Here i am sitting on this branch....

'Why BirdGod is this happening to me? Is it because I laid that egg that didn't hatch- I'm so BAD. I should have sat on it!!! But I just wanted to sing a song in the tree over yonder...'

That was not an egg you silly duffer you are a boy bird, a little voice said inside the blue birds mind.
'Oh no, NOW I am hearing voices!' He put his wings over his ears, but that didn't stop the thoughts in his mind.

'I am MAD! He tweeted-The little bird toppled on his branch and a twig poked his toe.
'Everyone else seems happy, they're not hearing voices....Oh BirdGod help me, I am bad AND mad.

'I am SUCH a blue bird.'
Tears prickled the back of his eyes
.
Mummy pushed me out of the nest when I was such a small bird, I was gonna be a red bird until she did that and then I grew in blue, it's HER fault I'm soooo SAD!'

'I am bad, mad and MIGHTILY SAD!!' The little blue bird hopped from one foot to the other.

'Mummy what's that blue bird doing?' A little girl asked pointing up.
'Oh WELL SPOTTED darling, that's a special bird, a rare bluebird! take a pic with your iphone!'
'They are known as the philosophers of the bird world, they are restless creatures with lovely blue plumage but as they come into their prime they settle down and grow different coloured feathers everyday according to their happy thoughts.'

The little bird had been listening very closely to this conversation.

'Why didn't someone TELL me,' he chirped........'bloody mum!'
'A philosopher hey, Cool- I will recite a poem - blue blue blue me' oh the sky the feathers the lonely sea the sun is yellow my eyes are pink the night is quiet and the time is near
Oh blue blue blue how I love thee....'

Look darling,  the mother squealed we are witnessing a rare thing the feather's on the philosopher bird, they are coming through..are they yellow? Oh my what a beautiful shade of GREEN!!