This morning, I scooped Sasha up in my arms for a bit of bird-watching. Kneeling on the trunk beneath our bedroom window, I rubbed his belly while we looked for birds. No sparrows in the side yard, no pigeons on the roof of the building next door. Sasha cackled halfheartedly, as if his noise might summon a bird or two. Nothing. I petted Sasha’s ears, and he purred, and rested his head on my arm. Bird watching is not only about the birds.
As I stood to walk away from the window, a flash of color caught my eye. A hummingbird zipped into view, turned, and hovered a foot away from the glazing. I had a perfect view of pale cream belly, taupe head and wings, and flashes of red on the underside of its - given the coloring, probably her - tail. Sasha was unimpressed; perhaps his kitty brain did not identify this seemingly stationary creature as bird. I, on the other hand, was transfixed, and delighted. I wondered, could she see us, or only her own reflection in the glass? Several long seconds later, she turned 90 degrees in place, hovered a moment more, then was gone.
Sasha is still at the window, watching for birds. While I may keep him company again later, I’ve had my bird for the day.
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Small simple pleasures are sometimes very satisfying. Nice post!
OH! I haven’t been here for awhile (bad me!) and I just LOVE YOUR NEW LOOK!!!! Michele sent me today, and I’m so glad she did.
Haven’t seen any here yet, it has been cooler than usual. I hope Sasha was able to see his quota for the day. Our felines are less interested in birds and lizards and more interested in the “nap”.
Hello. Michele sent me. Family and I went to a bird sanctuary today so I have “bird” on the brain as well. Glad ya got your bird and cat fix. Nice to meet ya.
Hi - fab pictures; sent by Michele!
Hello, Michele sent me.
Love the picture in your blog header. I have dogs, not cats, but we’ve been birdwatching lately, as well - there’s a female cardinal that seems to take pleasure in standing right outside the patio door when the dog is inside, and flapping her wings, and preening, and then taking off as soonas the dog decides that Action Must Be Taken.
You have a wonderful way of writing that puts your reader right in the middle of everything. I could see the room, your cat, and most importantly the beautiful hummingbird.
Hi from Michele
Hummingbirds are too small. What Sasha needs is an ostrich.
What a pleasure to read.