My kids have a
problem with sugar. They scoop it right out of our counter top canisters – with
a spoon! When the granular sugar was empty, they went for the powdered sugar! I hid the sugar in the pantry downstairs. They found it and ate it.
FIVE POUNDS of it! On spoonful at a time. So, I stopped buying sugar. We just
do without. Unfortunately, that meant my hummingbird feeders went dry.
This week, I was
trimming the plants on the back porch when a hummingbird fell out. He was dead
and still clinging to the branch. I can’t help but feel a bit responsible. He
was on the plant closest to the empty feeder. I should have taken it down at
least. He expended his last burst of energy to make it to what he thought was
food.
We had a funeral for
him. Beckett and Roslyn collected flowers for his casket. Carter said the
prayer. I said the eulogy.
Carter decided we
should have a double funeral – for the bird and for Vortex. I explained Vortex
wasn’t dead yet. Carter insisted he was close enough to death; we should just
mourn him now. We didn’t.
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