Lovely and I were house-sitting for a couple for a few days last week. It gave us a little break from the norm which was a little breath of fresh air. It was quiet and spacious…two things not ample these days. So we were laying down to sleep early Friday morning when Lovely said that she heard something clawing at the wall. I told her that it couldn’t hurt us…I’m sure it’s nothing. Then I waited…it sounded like a big something. So I grab a flashlight and look under a bureau/chest of drawers. I look behind it. Nothing so far. Lovely says, “Well, I know I’m not going crazy!?!” I wait… The noise comes about again. I pinpoint it to a tile-covered vase sitting on top of the bureau/chest. Lovely flips out since there is no top. I thoughtfully grabbed a book and covered the top. We gentle slide downstairs to the back porch. I walk over to the side rail and release the beast.
So what was it? A hummingbird.
Evidentally it had flown in and landed in the vase. There wasn’t enough room for the hummy to spread it’s wings to fly so it was stuck.
I’m sure that hummy is doing fine today. I simply turned the vase over outside and it slid a little and then flew out of there.
Oh, the times we shared. (tear)
Bye, hummy.
Prodigal Thinker 