Bluebirds in the morning

My house must be appealing to bluebirds. Real bluebirds, which you hardly ever see, not bluejays. The males are brilliant blue, and the females (I think I have this right) have reddish underbellies. They stop by my house to eat purple berries off a bush. This morning, at about 8:30 a.m. with the soft light of the morning, there were a flock (probably 8-12) bluebirds flying around the front of my house, with snow as a backdrop. Truly breathtaking. I never seem to have my camera handy when they're there. But I'm so grateful to see them, there's something so incredibly hopeful about them.