Though the sun rarely
deigns to show his smile around here, we do get treated to hummingbird
calisthenics each morning. Until the little male began spending his nights on a
string of baling twine upon which I hang a drooping, over-watered petunia that
came my way on Mother’s Day, I had no idea that hummers are into Pilates.
However you should see him warming up as the light
filters in through the dense, gummy clouds each morning. Stretch those little
wings, up, down, up, down. Whirl ‘em a little, buzz, buzz, buzz. Neck twist,
round and round. Jumping jacks, hop, hop, hop. He does it every morning, so I
guess it must take a little exercise to emerge from his overnight torpor. At
least he adds a little levity to the otherwise gloomy days. I wonder where his family went, as he seems to be the only one around, after a spring graced by two pairs.....
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