Monday, April 11, 2011


My daughter left home, my home, recently. With no children to worry about I've transferred my neuroticism to an innocent little bird. A hummingbird, to be exact. I think it's an Anna's female, but all those darn hummingbird females have metallic green backs and whitish throats. Plus they move very fast.

She flits around outside my dining room window pretty much every morning. I worry.

Picture, certainly not mine, found here.

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