Birds of a Feather Band Together

I love watching the hummingbirds at my feeders. I have three feeders that are relatively close to each other. For about a month this summer, little orange Rufus Hummingbirds took over the feeders and would chase away all the little green humingbirds (the most prominent hummingbirds here). Sometimes I would go out and stand close to the feeders and the little orange hummingbirds would even try to run me away from the feeders. Instead, I would shoo them away so the green birds could feed.

One day I was watching the Rufus hummingbirds (there were about three of them) running off the green hummingbirds. There were so many green hummingbirds they were just running the orange birds ragged by their constant attempts to feed. (It was quite entertaining watching the green hummingbirds wear out the orange hummingbirds). After awhile, all the birds, green and orange, were peacefully eating at the feeders together.

The very next day it would start all over again.





Roundup of Stars!

Day 23 of zerotohero challenge asks us to do a “roundup” of some of our favorite blogs. I think I have already been doing that lately, but I am eagerly ready to share some links to posts that that I have enjoyed reading. Hopefully, you will check them out and you will like them as much as I do.

Now, who doesn't love a “good ol' boy” redneck? I certainly do! After all, the word reckneck makes me think of a tough ol' guy that is harsh, determined, narrow minded, and satirically funny. In fact, the title of this post gave me the creeps, causing me to enter very cautiously into his post's dark chamber door. (Seriously, who wants to read a story about DEATH, for heaven's sake?!)

(Redneck) Death Notice from Imagine. How funny can you make a story about running from the “Grim Reaper,” while shopping in Walmart? You will find out when you read this beloved writer's story. Please, check it out!

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Next, I would like to introduce to you (just in case you haven't already been), the wonderful writing of Vic Briggs. I picked this post in particular because I really liked it! Cliche's/Avoid Them Like the Plague! We all know that cliche's are overused expressions, which frankly, many of us are fond of (me, included).

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By the way, if you are a “Hogwartsians” you can send her a message by owl.

Some writers know how to make this world a better place simply by the way they wonderfully craft their words. I think Lisa is one of those. I chose this post, because it is one of the MANY posts she writes that I have loved.

For Not Everyone, is from the blog, “Hey Sparky! What Time Is It? Through her words, she weaves the truth of God's love for us and through His love He shines His precious grace upon us.

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If you haven't heard of the “Culture Monk”, check out his coffee cup wisdom of life in, Sometimes It's Not About What We Want…Really? Kenneth is on a one year journey to coffee houses throughout the world to share pictures, facts, and most of all, his wisdom with his readers. His insights and wise words are brilliant. In case I messed up on the link:

Next, I would like to introduce you to an excellent artist, writer, and photographer. Help! I Need a Caption is by the Forester Artist, who comes across a very strange sight in the middle of the woods.

His blog is filled with his awesome art, beautiful photographs and wonderful writing. Please check it out! In case I messed up on the link:

Do you ever feel like you just want to complain and need someone to complain to? Well here is your answer! Introducing, “The Struggle Bus from the blog, Bens Bitter Blog. He has a wonderful way of making bitter better! Please, check it out! In case I messed up on the link:

A blog that puts into words into how we feel about ourselves when we look in the mirror, “The Mirror is Not My Friend from the blog, Tales of a Slightly Stressed Mother. She examines how she finds all of her blemishes and unperfect self when she looks in the mirror. Who doesn't have insecurities about their looks? (I certainly do!)

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Last, I would like to introduce, Feel Alive, Say Yes from the blog. This young writer is making an excellent path in his beginning journey of his blog, Werrrds. Please check it out! In case I messed up on the link:

I hope you enjoy reading these blogs as much as I do. I wish you much success in your blogging journey!


I Named Her Flower

Last summer, my cat brought me a gift. She had snatched a hummingbird from our trumpet vines. The little bird was laying lifeless on my floor. Sassy was so proud of her gift to me. (Sorry Sassy) I was not happy about it. In fact, I was upset that she had killed it.

I picked up the little bird and wrapped her in paper towels and placed in her in my trash. As I was walking away, I thought, “I should at least bury the little thing rather than just put her in the trash.” So I went back to the trash to take her out and as I picked up the wrapped paper towel, the paper started moving! Oh my gosh! She wasn't dead!

I slowly unwrapped her, fearing I would see a terribly wounded little bird. After checking her over I was happy to see that she didn't appear to have any wounds. I placed her on my patio table to see if she could fly. She tried hard to fly but could not take off and fly. Every few days I would repeat this process hoping she had gained the strength back in her injured wing. But, she still could not fly. So I would place her back into her cage with her humingbird feeder. I named her Flower. Every day I would spend time with her, talking softly to her, putting my fingers in her cage and petting her head. She started climbing on one of my fingers and I would take her out of her cage and kiss the top of her tiny little head. She began to trust me.

I placed her cage close to the space I spend most of my time. I thought I would put a towel over her cage so it would decrease her stress (just in case she had any stress). Immediately, she began fussing and throwing a rucas. I took the towel off and she was quiet again. I guess she just wanted to be able to watch me.

I called all the Vetinarians in my area and none wanted to help this little hummingbird. After a week, I called the Humane Society. They had a couple call me who rehabilitate wild birds then releases them. I handed her over to them. (It was very sad for me because I had grown so fond of her).

Several weeks later they called me and told me they noticed she was flying around in her cage so they placed her outside with the cage door open. They said that she would stick her litle head out the open door but would not fly out of the cage. After awhile, other hummingbirds started flying inside her cage to drink from her hummingbird feeder. Finally, she followed them out of the cage. Flower was once again a wild hummingbird.

It is such a good feeling to have helped a creature, even one as tiny and as seemingly insignificant as a hummingbird.