Like most of the country, today we suffered through the second day of below-freezing weather. While it wasn't as bad as other areas, to have 12-degree mornings for a prolonged period is difficult in the South. Many fruit trees were lost and pipes frozen. Even dressing warmly is difficult given many don't own a heavy jacket.
From 2014 Project 365
The days are getting shorter, so I'm seeing more sunrises. It's amazing how the sun can paint the morning sky.
Now, my hummingbird story. We have three cats, but the only one I have to carefully watch is BG. She is our huntress. She normally stays in the backyard in her own little patch of shade, but sometimes she wanders to the front. I found her on the porch late last week carefully watching the hummers, so I carried her into the house where she spent a few days inside. I figured I'd get her mind off of those tantalizing hummers. Tonight, after the sun set, I saw her jump onto the screen door and saw a hummer fly by. I was talking to Matt on the phone and threw it down and went after her. She had something in her mouth, so I chased her down and made her release it. Yes, it was a hummingbird. My heart fell. I held it's limp little body in my hands and just wanted to cry. I could feel it's little heart beating but didn't see any blood or markings. What should I do? I wondered if I should put it on the ground or in a tree and let it die, but hated to think that it would die cold and alone. I cupped it in my hand and walked around to the back porch and sat down so I could allow it to die in the warmth of my hand. After about five minutes, it began to lift it's little head and flutter its wings. I opened my hand and I'll be dog-goned, that little buggar few off. Yay! I'm guessing it was just in shock. I hope that it recovers enough to continue his journey. Say a prayer for the little creature.
From 2012 Project 365 + 1
The sun broke beneath a clouded sky this morning and painted the clouds with beautiful pink and blue hues. I figured I would show you the hummer activity against that backdrop, but Baxter had other plans. He hopped up onto the porch and took to chasing his tail. That's not very conducive to beckoning hummingbirds to feed. Needless to say, the colors quickly washed to gray and the hummers kept their distance.
I'm not a hummingbird expert, but I did check some of the ruby-throated hummingbird websites about their migratory patterns. I'm guessing that hummers from the east coast are making their way to Louisiana and Texas and then south to Mexico and Central America. We must be on their migratory path. The website also said that they migrate based on the shortening days and may take the same annual route if they find sufficient food. I think they're finding what they need here. Dave has been designated keeper of the feeders since he comes home mid-day for lunch. He has taken to calling them "little vultures" because they keep him so busy. I noticed a marked drop-off in numbers today when I got home, so their visit may have peaked. Dave will be happy to hear that, but I'll miss watching them.
From 2012 Project 365 + 1