Saturday, January 7, 2017
In the afternoon I heard a thunk on the big window in the living room. Looking out, sure enough there was a hummingbird on the deck. Hoping it was just stunned, I went out and picked up the tiny thing. I know they're susceptible to cold and cold it was in the shade. Holding the brilliantly colored male cupped in my hand, I huffed warm breath over him until he slowly began to move, then placed him on the deck railing in the sun and waited. Finally, to my (and his) delight, he flew off with a whir of wings and flash of green and red. It was a special moment.
My timing was good for the woodpile, as the rain started last night. Unfortunately, it brought the strong winds I'd hoped we'd avoid and they're battering the house this morning. Bessie needed to go out for a piddle, but wouldn't go out the bedroom door. "Can't you see what's going on out there, Mom?" When her whining became desperate, I took her to the door leading to the covered deck. Since she came back with dry fur, I can only imagine she went just around the corner for quick relief in a leaf pile and didn't make it to the back yard.
Stove says, "Feed me!" It's going to be one of those days.