I’ve started a couple of posts about Trump’s dozens of fascistic, virus-denying ravings on Twitter this morning, but I trashed each draft. There’s nothing more to say except that President Cornered Rat will do anything to cling to power. I vacillate between hope and despair, not really trusting my fellow citizens to do the right and necessary thing but also believing in my heart that all but the dumbest and most evil are ready to change the channel from this shit-show.
But what I think or feel about the situation doesn’t matter. All I can do is have a plan to vote and get my non-fascist family and friends to do the same. So, here’s a bird to look at instead of a pointless, rage-inducing post:
I’ve posted photos of this same young male Ruby-Throated Hummingbird before. His brightly colored throat feathers are still coming in, which is how I recognize him. We’re sort of friends now. The wee sugar junkie guards my side porch feeders from other birds but now tolerates my presence on the porch during his frequent pit stops. He chirps to let me know HE knows I’m there, so no sudden moves or other funny business, please and thank you.
From the time we first moved here, I was too obsessed with the river birds and alligators to observe the hummies closely. That changed this spring. Because I started watching them fairly recently, I don’t know if the local hummies are transient or not. I suspect our population of feathered jewels are year-round residents because of the mild winter and abundant food supplies (plenty of flowering vegetation to keep them going), but we’ll find out for sure soonish. If they do migrate, I will miss the little creatures until they return.