Monday the rains returned. I was out stalking and the time was horribly inconvenient to take shelter. But the fact of the matter is that I like rain about as little as the goats like rain and while the goats are tethered, I am not. I bolted to the front porch and was eventually let in.
Female Handler thinks she is still a youngster super woman and the healing process on her torn knee ligaments should mend quickly. Alas, that is not the case. She was back on the floor wincing in pain early Monday morning with only me to comfort her. Fortunately, I was dry.
In spite of the winter residue on the windows, this little guy didn't interpret the glass barrier for what it was...a window. His demise was quick, but none the less sad. One less hummingbird to entertain us this year.
How these little feet clasp limbs and withstand our strong winds is beyond me.
So these happenings have reinforced that maybe, just maybe... these are reminders that we're really not in charge, we don't have control, and we just need to:
1. avoid going outside when there is a rainstorm
2. walk lightly and carry a big stick (yes, I have taken the liberty of modifying this famous line to fit the circumstance)
3. avoid cleaning the windows....forever.
So sad. And so pretty.
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