Changing Circumstances:
Baby grackles first flight...
The sun sets on an empty nest
Tonight
Cats on the prowl...
Parents in a flutter....
Earlier today I found a male, ruby-throated hummingbird dead beside my garden. I buried him next to the lovage... I've been close, within a foot, but I've never actually touched a hummingbird before.... Such beautiful iridescent, olive-green plumage... the red at his throat only visible when the feathers fanned... He was SO tiny and light-weight... SO fragile and delicate.... his beak such a wonder... but with a broken neck, he won't fly more.... Sad to cover such intricate, delicacy with heavy, black earth....
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