I was rushing out of the house Tuesday morning, on my way to Zumba and cutting my time very close because of course I had spent too much time on the internet, when I saw a teeny bird on the windowsill.
This is the first time I have ever seen a hummingbird sitting still. It was a chilly morning and he was shivering.
I didn't know what to do. Homer was eyeing him, but Homer's robustness does not allow him to jump quite that high. I would have mixed up some nectar but as I said, I was short of time. So I went on my way. When I got home, the bird was gone. I checked around and could find no evidence that Homer was responsible for any mischief.
I was greatly relieved the next morning when I saw a hummer flitting around the peach tree.
Today's task: Clean windowsill.