June 20, 2022

 

"Did you see the hummingbird, Dad?" Opal wanted to know when Steve came through the front door. "It was flitting around the tree branch that hangs right in front of the Watching Chair." Her words brought Zsofia and Roman to the widows. "Where?" each demanded.

Opal focused her stare into the leaves. "I am not seeing it; help me look. It has a red throat and you can't even see the little wings because they beat so fast. It is little like the size of Lilly's paw and it was just zipping all over the place."

"Wait, I see it!" Roman cried signalling to the branch that stretched over the car in our driveway. "It has a long pointy nose." "It is a beak, not a nose," Opal corrected. "Dad, take a picture."

"Sweet One that humming bird is too fast for me. Maybe momma can find one on the internet if we describe it to her."

"It is the broad tailed hummingbird," I told the White Dog Army "But did you know that here in New Mexico we have LOTS of different species? Keep watching this summer and let's see how many we get at our house."