Saturday, June 8, 2019

Hummingbird

 

Today, while on snail patrol, I was standing and staring kind of vacantly into the distance. I was near my flower pots, which are producing a bumper crop of forget-me-nots this year. All those flowers came from seeds I gathered last year out of a crop planted from a single seed packet. 

The seed packet was given to me by the realtor who was working with us to sell us the house, part of a promotional marketing gimmick. She's also sent little calendars and other seasonal reminders, which were always helpful. "Turn your clocks back." "Prepare for winter." Always insuring that you'll never forget Alisha Fickert, the agent who is always there for you.

I was standing in front of these pretty pink flowers, not thinking about anything in particular, when a hummingbird approaches from my left and begins working the blooms on my bank of flowers. It was very methodical and determined to not miss out on any available goodies as it went from one end of my brick and board shelf to the other. I don't think it missed a single flower blossom. 

It either didn't see me, or it made the decision that I wasn't anything worth abandoning its process over, because it came right between me and the flowers I was standing in front of, less than an arms length away.

I said, "Hello, hummingbird. Nice to see you. Stop by anytime."

It didn't seem to mind that I was talking to it and continued on until it had reached the very last flower, then it flew away. A little tree frog caught my attention at this point, hopping out of the way as I walked back toward the house.

"Hello, little frog. Nice to see you, too."

And that was that. I said hi to my dog Whiskey and went to fetch him a Milk Bone, which I keep close by at all times, in case I encounter him in my travels. Ok, we're just about all caught up. 

Oh, and I told both of my cats that they are good kitties, one because she is always retrieving a piece of string for me, and the other just because she is luxurious and doesn't mind showing off her belly at the drop of a hat.

That's it. I'm still alive. And taking notes.

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