Ever since we went to Minnesota and stayed in God’s Country, I have wanted bird feeders. I never did them because I have an outdoor cat, but he’s getting older and pretty much hangs out in the front yard, so I am taking my chances with the songbird population. Besides, it has been a good while since he has caught anything and brought me a gift.
I got busy looking for cheap bird feeders, but ones that would fend off the three dozen squirrels that live between the two trees at opposite ends of my postage stamp. I also found a hummingbird feeder, because I find those little things so mystifying and elusive.
Hanging the regular feeder from the eve’s outside one of my windows, and the other one from Herb the camphor, who is the canopy for my back patio, it has been at least a week and I have seen no evidence of any gratitude from the Audubon population. Nothing…Nada…
This evening, with one of those wonderful afternoon thunderstorms brewing, we were sitting in our usual spots in the family room. Greg and I were chatting about god knows what, when he asked me if I had seen any birds at either feeder. Sheepishly I answered no, once again feeling the guilt of money not very well spent. Not fifteen minutes later—same spots in the family room—I am talking to Mikey and Greg while looking out the back doors, and I see this fuzzy image at the hummingbird feeder. It took me a minute to register what I am seeing—it looked transparent like gossamer. I couldn’t possibly be seeing this in the rain, no less. But it’s there—a fairy or angel flitting around the little red plastic flowers that offer “pretend” nectar. Stumbling over my words, I managed to convey my vision to my family so that they can see it. Greg and I couldn’t believe our eyes! I told you a couple posts ago, I was waiting for the next miracle, and I don’t discount this one with logic either. It was surreal to see this angelic creäture on the heels of our doubt—what a gift! I’ll be looking for that sweet little thing again—I hope he remembers how to get here!
P.S. hummingbirds are good eatin’. (Greg’s addendum to this post…)