A friend can't even get me to visit some ducks she knows in Brooklyn. There are too many trees around and honestly, it threatens to become sentimental.
The geese that I waited for every year at least lived in a recognizable landscape, that is until they disappeared.
But when the young woman keeping my dad safe and sound pointed out something I've only seen on TV or in children's books...
... well... how could I not run out, get a feeder and then home-make sugar water for the itty-bitty-smaller-than-a-manderin hummingbird and her little babies?
My father, hearing all the squealing and picture snapping, shrugged. "If it isn't an eagle or mockingbird, the hell with it."
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1 comment:
Lovely. I'm a nature-type myself anyway, but Hummingbirds are a sure-fire cure for inside-itis. Now get out there and soak up nome NY Spring.
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