Lyn Blossum is alive and well. I look forward to seeing how she uses her topic, because frankly I’m stumped. The seeker? Who? What? Why? Apparently always.
This week I have found myself – yes, seeking out one specific humming bird in the top of the Elm at work my truck is parked under a minimum five days a week. Hummingbirds are around all year long, although some species migrate, Rufous Hummingbirds do not. I first noted him Monday zzzinging, I couldn’t see him, because instead of looking in the tree I was looking everywhere else. Then as I sat in the main production studio, producing Harley’s afternoon show, I spied him perched upon a twig.
Now you ask yourself, “If she was producing out a radio show, what was she doing staring out the window?”
I wasn’t staring, I was zoning out. Why? Because if you don’t have to screen calls, producing a radio show is pretty boring. So there I sat, zoning out, waiting for the moment I was called upon to use my mighty trackball to deactivate the voicetrak, when I espied him. I couldn’t tell if he was a he, a she, a Rufous, or Anna’s Hummingbird. Yes, I do know it was a hummer, because well darn it, he hummed, and thummmmmed, and zzzzinged at me.
Tuesday morning, zoning out the window, there he is again. I’m still not sure what type, but I’m
beginning to feel a developing friendship… you know that unrequited, from afar adoration?
I’m pretty certain he was watching me in my window Wednesday morning, Wednesday afternoon, Wednesday evening.
Thursday he was there, then dancing in the sky. A swooping, soaring bullet zipping through the sky creating sweeps and loops around another hummer.
This morning I was disheartened to see he was not perched in the Elm when I drove up.
Several times I noticed I was staring at a vacant tree, no perky little hummer sat a top the elm, and then suddenly he was there. I ran out to grab the station’s camera, and he was gone. The little bugger must be camera shy, for every time I see him he’s gone by the time I return to snap a picture. So I snapped off crocus pictures in the mean while.
Oh, and yes he’s definitely a he and a Rufous, I wish I could get a picture of his beautiful iridescent flame orange throat.
Gracious I must be desperate for blog, this is the loosest interpretation of a topic I think I’ve ever done… But I got the picture.
Sith,
Cele
This week I have found myself – yes, seeking out one specific humming bird in the top of the Elm at work my truck is parked under a minimum five days a week. Hummingbirds are around all year long, although some species migrate, Rufous Hummingbirds do not. I first noted him Monday zzzinging, I couldn’t see him, because instead of looking in the tree I was looking everywhere else. Then as I sat in the main production studio, producing Harley’s afternoon show, I spied him perched upon a twig.
Now you ask yourself, “If she was producing out a radio show, what was she doing staring out the window?”
I wasn’t staring, I was zoning out. Why? Because if you don’t have to screen calls, producing a radio show is pretty boring. So there I sat, zoning out, waiting for the moment I was called upon to use my mighty trackball to deactivate the voicetrak, when I espied him. I couldn’t tell if he was a he, a she, a Rufous, or Anna’s Hummingbird. Yes, I do know it was a hummer, because well darn it, he hummed, and thummmmmed, and zzzzinged at me.
Tuesday morning, zoning out the window, there he is again. I’m still not sure what type, but I’m
beginning to feel a developing friendship… you know that unrequited, from afar adoration?I’m pretty certain he was watching me in my window Wednesday morning, Wednesday afternoon, Wednesday evening.
Thursday he was there, then dancing in the sky. A swooping, soaring bullet zipping through the sky creating sweeps and loops around another hummer.
This morning I was disheartened to see he was not perched in the Elm when I drove up.
Several times I noticed I was staring at a vacant tree, no perky little hummer sat a top the elm, and then suddenly he was there. I ran out to grab the station’s camera, and he was gone. The little bugger must be camera shy, for every time I see him he’s gone by the time I return to snap a picture. So I snapped off crocus pictures in the mean while.Oh, and yes he’s definitely a he and a Rufous, I wish I could get a picture of his beautiful iridescent flame orange throat.
Gracious I must be desperate for blog, this is the loosest interpretation of a topic I think I’ve ever done… But I got the picture.
Sith,
Cele
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3 comments:
I find watching hummingbirds to be a very peaceful and enjoyable way to relax. I find that doing so will often clear my mind and make me a much more productive person, regardless of whatever it is that I am working on. Whatching hummingbirds also makes me happy because it brings back fond memeories of my mom who past way several years ago.
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HI Cele - I love your story about the hummingbird. you are seeking beauty in nature and bird buddies. I love my bird feeder and get tons of pleasure watching them eat, fight, and play in my patio.
I hope this is the first of many more posts. I'm back -- cancelled cable. Damn TV was sucking all my spare time.
Oh yeah - I got a job and started Feb 2. It's a good one. I'll post about it soon.
LA
Lynblossom - Wooo hoo you got a job, I can't wait to hear about it.
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