A little Black-Chinned Hummingbird kept flitting from wire to fence as I walked down the long, long farm lane

I found watching it a huge delight…like he was playing with me

Here I an here—see…then he would lift up and flit to the next section of the fence.

Sometimes my finger on the camera button is a tad too slow…what was a beautiful bird is now only tail feathers in the lens. 🙂

Who do I help the hawk for lunch or the unsuspecting dinner?

Sometimes I don’t really know what to do.  So I turned away.  I didn’t want to know how things turned out. That instant where something is one thing, then suddenly something else…I just don’t like knowing about it.

Birds are always awake, even before the sun comes up

(Looking at our farmhouse and farmyard from way over there across two fields)

Our world is so beautiful…full of songs in so many forms.

From my heart to your world,

Linda