I have a good mind to get out my binoculars just to get a close up and personal look at the hummingbirds visiting our feeder. Maybe plural is wrong. Maybe it’s just one bird that keeps coming back time and time again to feed at our feeder. Maybe it’s a rare one that is near extinct or not indigenous to areas north of the Equator. I read this morning that the red food coloring used by most people when putting up their feeders is actually not very healthy for the birds. In fact, orange juice is a better nectar to use and it is just as effective if not more effective in attracting the birds. I tried to photograph them one morning but found that it was just too hard to get them in mid flight where they are typically most interesting to view. I would need to trigger the photograph electronically and I simply don’t have the equipment. Maybe it would be easier to let my camcorder run for an hour or so while aimed at the feeder. Maybe my imagination is running away with me and I ought to turn my attention elsewhere. I wonder if Hummingbirds migrate.

We did squat on the 4th of July. That is to say, we didn’t go to see any fireworks. Evan returned from his visit to the lake house with the usual bruises and bumps and telltale signs of not getting much sleep. He interrupted Nan and I while we were watching a movie entitled, “The Bank Job” and we only returned to the movie after he had a large bowl of GoLean Crunch and blueberries and promptly fell asleep. Even now, at 10:23 in the morning, he is fast asleep in our bed while Nancy is out for her walk and I am here pooping away my time blogging with my buddies. I can’t think of anything I would rather be doing and there are sufficiently few alternative distractions available so here I am.

Speaking of friends, did I ever tell you that I have some imaginary ones? Doesn’t everybody? I think most folks like to think of them as guardian angels and refer to them as such. They buy those silly little angel-like glass figurines from gift shops and hang them from their rear view mirrors and other conspicuous corners in the cubicles of their existence. Mine don’t have wings and don’t fly around from place to place awaiting a shout out from me to prompt them to action. To the extent that I think they oblige me in my bidding, I am respectful of their place in the universe and only ask for relatively small gestures and even then only from time to time so as not to annoy them with my earthly demands. For some odd reason I get the sneaky suspicion that my friends are one or more family members now dearly departed. Is that so unusual? I can’t quite put my finger on which one but I would not want to guess for fear that I might offend one or more of the others not chosen. Once offended, it may require more spiritual muster that I possess to get them back on board so I will proceed down that path with understandable caution. I am not so disposed today to share some of my more surreal moments seemingly at the will of my distinguished friends but be rest assured that I will do so at some point. I think this would please them.