One morning while getting a cup of coffee I spotted my early morning friend who I named Hummy. Hummy seemed to always fly right up to the window and just look at me saying "Is the feeder full?" then he glides over and still fluttering his wings feeds on the nectar water. He flies back to the window and flutters in a way of saying thank you and saying see you in the morning as usual. After he leaves a few more little birdies come and have some and some succeed, and some do not succeed. It's just fun watching.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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The Indian Chief
There was an old Indian chief that always seemed to be sitting on an old park bench located way into the park where only a few go. The path is mainly for bikers and walkers who want to forget they are in the city. One afternoon this walker decided to go up to the chief and ask him why he comes here. The Indian chief stated "This is where my tribe first settled. I come here to think and visit and wait." It is a beautiful area for there are wildflowers and plenty of trees. Finally, the chief will rest.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Birds are so beautiful, and Hummingbirds are so special to observe, thanks for this drabble!🌿😄
Hummingbirds are magical creatures to watch. Great drabble, Mark.