To A City Boy
Thursday. One or two (small) glasses of wine seem to take the edge off the aching sinuses-head thing. More than two glasses provides no more improvement, the difficulty being in keeping it to two, doodle-dee-do. And we do, you know, have to keep it to some reasonable number or we will, without adult supervision, slide back too quickly into the primordial pond. Or have I mentioned this before?
I take it you had that glass or two of wine last night?
Yes, but whatever I did last night, I feel pretty good this morning. In talking with Mr. E, who drove his daughter to L.A. over the weekend, he mentioned he often needed a day to lay about and detox from the experience. Could it be that I, bulletproof I, might be needing the same? Why should this such a novel idea? I'm sixty-four years old. Haven't I learned anything in forty-eight years of driving? No? You could say that with less certainty.
Still, back from my morning cafe where I had breakfast and read the paper feeling good, the sky overcast, the temperature nice, the day still ahead. Lunch with Ms. V later to catch up on the day and any interesting events at the office.
Sitting here at the computer I was looking at the Hummingbird photographs. Of these two, the left photograph was taken at 1/20th of a second and the right one was taken at 1/13th of a second, both at 200mm. Not of much interest to other than photographers and probably not all that interesting to them. Are they the same bird, though? The color needs to be better matched in PhotoShop to make the decision easier, but I dunno. A pair of them live year round in my sister's back yard and the photographs were taken some hours apart so these could easily be the male and the female.
I'm told you need to be very careful to keep them fed during the winter if you're going to feed Hummingbirds, as a feeder will keep them in place and they won't follow their food south as the weather changes. To cut them off in the middle of winter is to, well, let them starve. My sister has for periods gone out every morning to thaw the liquid in the feeder for this very reason. Life seems so complicated in the suburbs to a city boy.