A few days ago, I let the dog out for his morning bathroom break. I followed behind him to guard against any rogue coyotes that might view him as a snack. We had seen a couple of coyotes slinking around in the daylight hours...quite alarming as we had, up until the sighting, allowed our little Bichon to roam the back yard, unguarded.
While waiting for the dog to do his business, I noticed the hummingbird feeder had gone dry. I unscrewed it from its tree tether and filled it with red hummingbird juice and reattached it to the tree.
A few hours later, armed with my hello kitty blanket, a soda and a People magazine, I snuggled into the chaise lounge on our terrace to soak in some afternoon sunshine.
The wind had a bite to it, hence the hello kitty cover, but the sunshine felt divine on my flu/cold/plague body.
Deeply immersed in my People magazine (it was the photo shoot of the royal wedding *girl squee!*) I became aware of an odd little squeaking noise. It sounded like a cassette tape being quickly rewound (for those of us old enough to remember what those where...).
I peered over my magazine to find a tiny hummingbird fluttering in front of me chirping away!
I stared at it for a moment in amazement. It was so close I could have reached out and touched it.
"chitter chitter chitter" it said. Its wings fluttering like a fan blade set at high speed.
"Your welcome" I said. And the hummingbird zoomed off.
I sat for a moment while my brain tried to catch up with the moment. I had the odd feeling of being in a waking dream.
Did that just happen? My brain asked.
That was so freaking awesome! The forever child who lives inside me answered and pumped her fist in glee.
6 years ago