…and a hovering hummer.
The second backyard feeder’s on the left, and in front of the most bluest of deep blue, cloudless skies, there’s a single hummingbird, hovering as it just chased off another hummingbird that was trying to eat at “its” feeder. This isn’t Little Bastard – it has laid claim to the first backyard feeder over on the other side. In the past, this second feeder has been a free-for-all with no dominant hummer trying to control it, but that might have changed.
The blue skies, warm afternoon, slight breeze, and sound of hummers zipping by got me to thinking about the skies and environment on other worlds that I’ve fantasized about since I was five years old. To be on the Moon, or on Mars, with no blue skies, no breeze, no critters, instant death on the other side of a thin spacesuit… Yeah, I would take it in an instant, but I would miss “the Green Hills of Earth.” That’s a price I would be willing to pay, but I acknowledge that the price exists.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 