Yesterday kind of sucked. I’d gotten home past midnight the night before from some heavy-duty travel, and after a couple of hours of sleep I woke up in a panic about not having done any writing for a couple of days.
Since all birds are direct descendants of the dinosaurs that survived the great extinction, I call our hummingbirds my tiny shiny diny-saurs. Of course they’re not actually my birds. They just like to visit the feeders I put up near our living room windows. Sometimes there are dozens of them, vrooming…