I reached over and adjusted one of the ornaments on the Christmas tree then stood back to admire my work. “There! It’s perfect!” I said as I turned around to look at my husband Steven. “What do you think?”

“You always do a great job decorating for Christmas.” he said as he looked up from the paper he was reading.

I smiled. “Thanks.” I began scanning the room.

Steven looked confused. “What are you looking for?” He asked as he began looking around the room to see if he could figure out what I was looking for.

“Everyone’s Christmas gifts.” I went into the kitchen and opened up the spice cabinet.

Steven followed me. “If you’re planning on giving us spices I’d like the Italian seasoning.”

“Very funny.” I said as I climbed up on the counter and kneeled in front of the spice cabinet and reached as far back on the top shelf as I could. “Here it is!” I cried as I pulled out a plastic grocery bag filled with treats. “I found some great stuff for everyone’s stockings when I was at the grocery store a few weeks ago.” I held out the bag for Steven to take while I climbed down. “Don’t peek.” I reminded him.

When I was back down on the floor Steven handed me the bag. “Why did you put it up there?” he asked.

“I was unloading groceries when Alex came into the room and I didn’t want him to see.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I just opened the cabinet and tossed it in.”

Steven shook his head as he followed me to the front hallway. I dropped the bag on a chair and opened the front hall closet. Reaching up on the shelf and moving scarfs and hats I pulled out two Amazon packages and tossed them onto the chair with the other bag.

Steven gave me a questioning look.

“Delivery person rang the door bell and Alex was coming.” I shrugged my shoulders again. “So that was the closest place I could think of.”

I headed down the hallway to our bedroom. Laying on the floor I Army crawled halfway under the bed and began pulling packages out. “Could you stack them on the bed for me?” I called. Steven grabbed the packages and began tossing them on the bed.

Backing out from under the bed I sat up and pulled a small dust bunny from my sleeve. “Now that it’s all cleared out from under there it could certainly use a good cleaning.”

I went back into the kitchen and grabbed the keys off the counter.

“Where are you going?” Steven asked as I headed for the front door.

I pointed my key fob at the car and pushed the button that popped the trunk. “I’m pretty sure I have the motherload of hidden treasure in the car.” I looked over at him. “Can you come out and help me bring it all in?”

Steven put on his shoes and headed out to the car with me.

As I began handing him bag after bag he shook his head. “When did you get time to do all this shopping?”

I grabbed the last few bags myself and closed the lid. “Are you kidding? I’ve been online shopping and grabbing different things for months now.”

Steven reached the door first and opened it for me. “It looks like you’ve gotten just about everything.”

I dropped the bags on the chair with the other items. “I sure hope so.” I began scanning the room again. “I just have a feeling I’m forgetting where I’ve hidden a few of them and I won’t find them until after Christmas.”

Steven gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “If that happens just look on the bright side.”

I looked over at him. “What bright side?”

“You won’t have to shop for Valentine’s Day!”

I took my still-alive but fading pots of mums to the curb dumping them into a pile of leaves. “I finally did it!” I called to my son Alex who was on the front porch.

“Did what?”

I walked back to the porch with my empty pots. “I finally made it through a whole mum season without killing them.”

Alex looked confused. “What are you talking about? You buy mums every year.”

“I buy them over and over and over again.” I placed the pots on the porch and grabbed the pumpkin that had been next to the mums and headed back to the curb. “I have to say I was pretty nervous when your Dad brought home those huge pots. But I kept them alive for the whole season!” I called over my shoulder before tossing the pumpkin into the leaf pile. Brushing the dirt off my hands I headed back to the porch. “There’s something very satisfying about making it through the whole season without having to replace them.”

Alex laughed. “I bet.” He looked over at the leaf pile. “You know most of the flowers are still blooming on those plants.”

“I know.” I looked at my fall pillows on the rocking chairs. “But Thanksgiving is over and it’s time for Christmas.” I scooped up the pillows and went into the house.

Alex followed me in. “But we just finished eating turkey.”

“Yup.” The smell of turkey and stuffing still lingered in the air as I tossed the pillows on a dining room chair. I began walking around the house collecting pilgrims and pumpkins and carrying them back to the dining room, dropping them in a pile on the dining room table.

“Want to help me bring down the Christmas bins from the attic?” I asked as I walked toward the hallway where the pull down attic steps were.

As I walked past the front window something caught my eye. I stopped and looked out the window. “Hey, somebody took my mums!”

Alex came over and looked. The pile of leaves were still there but my purple mums were missing.

“They didn’t even have pots!” I looked over at Alex. “Who would have taken them?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “They were still alive. Maybe they had pots at home that they could put them in.”

My husband Steven came into the room. I pointed out the window. “I just threw our mums away and someone’s already taken them.”

Steven looked out the window and shrugged his shoulders. “They probably took them home to plant in their yard.” Steven looked over at me. “They were pretty big plants.”

I stopped and looked out the window then began shaking my head. “Oh my gosh! It never crossed my mind to plant them in the yard.” I slapped my hand against my forehead. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that!”

Alex came over and patted me on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. How would you know about planting them in our yard when you usually kill them every year.”

I looked over at Alex and started to laugh. “You know, somehow that just made me feel better.”

My son Alex and I were headed out for a neighborhood walk when we walked past our lilac bush at the end of the driveway.

“Oh, no!” I stopped to look at one of the branches. “This can’t be good.” I was pointing to a tiny purple bloom. “This definitely shouldn’t be happening in November.”

Alex looked over at it. “I guess with all the warm weather we had it got confused.”

I began walking around the bush to see if there were any other flowers. “Oh, man. Here’s another one!” I called from the other side of the bush.

Alex walked over to me. “It’s just those two and they’re both tiny.” He patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.”

I looked over at him and shook my head. “It’s like you’ve never met me.”

Alex looked confused. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Of course I’m going to worry about it.” We got back on the sidewalk and started our walk as I began ticking off all the potential problems this could mean. “What if it’s really bad for the plant? What if it means less blooms in the spring? What if there’s nothing I can do to stop it? What if this means I’m going to lose the bush?” I looked over at Alex. “You know how much I love that lilac bush!”

Alex started to laugh. “I know you do and you’re right. I don’t know what was I thinking? You’re going to worry about that lilac bush until next spring aren’t you?”

I nodded my head. “Of course I am. That’s what I do. I worry.”

“About everything.” Alex added.

“Exactly.”

Alex shook his head. “You know worrying about everything isn’t good for you.”

I sighed. “I know. But I really can’t help it.”

After we’d walked in silence for a while Alex looked over at me. “What are you thinking about now?”

“Remember last spring we kept seeing the hummingbirds flying in and out of it?”

“In and out of what?”

“The lilac bush!”

“Oh. Okay we’re still on that one.” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “I think I remember you saying something about that.”

“I was hoping they were going to build their nest in it.” We were coming around to our street again. “I checked almost every day to see if they started one.”

Alex nodded his head in agreement. “Okay, now I remember. You were giving Dad and I daily updates at dinner.”

“So if this early bloom effects it in the spring where are the hummingbirds going to build their nest?” We were at the end of our driveway again.

Alex looked confused. “Maybe in the exact same place they built it last spring.”

I stopped for a moment and looked at him. “Oh, yeah.” I shook my head. “That sounds reasonable.”

Alex patted me on the shoulder. “I’m telling you you worry too much.”

“You know, you’re right.” I reached over and pulled the branch with the tiny lilac flower closer to me. “Maybe instead of worrying about next spring I’ll just enjoy the sneak peek it’s giving me now.”

I went out in the backyard, looked up at the crystal blue cloudless sky and watched as leaves slowly swirl down from the trees. “Isn’t it beautiful out?” I called to my son Alex who was up on the porch.

“It sure is.” he sat down in his chair. “Are you going to fill the bird feeders?” he asked.

I looked over at the empty feeders. “I just filled them yesterday!”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “They must be really hungry.”

“It’s not the birds.” I said sounding annoyed. “It’s the deer that clean them out every night.” I went up on the porch to get the bird food. Bringing the can down to the feeders I began to fill them up. Looking over at the bird bath I could see it was filled with pine needles. “I guess this could use a refill too.”

Alex went and got the watering can. Bringing it over he set it down while I tipped the bird bath over and began refilling it.

As I was bringing the food back up on the deck I looked over at my little bird house. “I should clean that out today too. Get it ready for next spring’s guests.”

Alex went and sat back up on the porch while I went and took our bird house off it’s Shepard’s hook. Bringing it up on the porch I took a peek inside the opening. “Housekeeping!” I called as looked over at Alex and smiled. “Just making sure our guests have left for the season.”

Alex just shook his head and laughed. “I’m pretty sure they left last spring.”

We’d had fun watching a family of Black-Capped Chickadees being raised inside around May.

I pulled the nail that was holding the side of the house closed. Then slowly lifted it to peek inside. “Well, this one’s sure different.”

Alex came over. “What do you mean?”

“Last year when I cleaned it out it was filled with six inches of moss, sticks, and even a piece of ribbon.” I turned the bird house around so Alex could see inside. “This one’s only two inches deep.”

“Ewe, what’s that?” he asked pointing to something in the nest.

I reached for a stick and began pulling the nest out of the house. It plopped out on the porch with a little thud. We both looked down at the fuzzy lining at the top of the nest. “I think it’s dog or cat hair.” I poked it with a stick but it was tightly embedded in the nest. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.” I looked over at Alex. “Not that I’ve cleaned out dozens of bird houses.”

Alex took a closer look. “You know it makes sense.”

“It does?” I was still poking it with the stick.

“Sure. That’s why it isn’t a deep as last years. They didn’t have to collect as many sticks because they used the fur as the insulation.”

I nodded in agreement. “That makes sense.” I looked over at Alex. “I guess we had a pretty smart little family living in here.” I brushed the rest of the nest out of the birdhouse before putting the side down and putting the nail back in it’s place. “Hey you know what?”

“What?”

“I just remembered. When I was little I had a friend who used to clean out her hair brush and throw it in the yard saying it was for the birds.”

Alex looked at me, a wary look on his face. “You’re not planning on cleaning out your hairbrush and throwing it in the yard now, are you?”

I shook my head. “Na, I think it would creep me out if I went to clean it out next fall and saw my hair in there.” I went back to the shepherd hook and put the birdhouse back in it’s place. “They’ll just have to go find that dog or cat again and wrestle it from them.”

My husband Steven and I were headed to the diner to meet a friend for lunch. Pulling into the parking lot I reached over to grab my mask.

Steven sighed as he tapped his front shirt pocket. “I forgot my mask. Do you have an extra one?”

I pulled into a space and turned off the car. “I’m not sure.” I lifted the lid on the center console moving things around. “Nope, none in here.” I closed the lid. I reached behind me and grabbed my purse off the back seat. Placing it on my lap I began going through it. I pulled out several tissues. “How about you hold these to your face?”

Steven grimaced and shook his head no. “I don’t think so.”

I sighed. “Well, let’s get creative. The CDC said you could use just about anything to make a mask.” I scanned around the car. Not seeing anything I looked back at Steven. “What if you pulled your shirt up over your mouth?”

Steven tilted his head to the side and didn’t look impressed. “Really?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, you really only need to wear one until we get to the table.”

Steven opened the glove box. I reached over him and pulled out some Burger King napkins holding them up to him and smiling.

“Aren’t they the same as your tissue idea?”

“Fine.” I tossed them back in the glove box and closed the door. “What if I go in and ask them for a table close to the door. I’ll tell them you promise to hold your breath until you reach the table?”

Steven just shook his head. “We only live three minutes down the road. What about going home, getting my mask and coming back?”

“That’s no fun!” I scanned around the car again. “I know! I have a jacket in the trunk! We can wrap that around your head!”

Steven stared at me for a moment before reaching over and turning the key in the ignition. “Let’s head back to the house.”

“Ahh..I was feeling like I was using my MacGyver skills for mask making!” I put the car in reverse. “I was just getting ready to suggest using one of your socks.”

Steven shook his head. “You’re MacGyver mask skills aren’t very good.”

“Hey!” I was feeling a little insulted as we pulled out of the parking lot. “It’s not like I had a lot to work with in here!” I waved my hand around the car. “Besides it’s really my MacGyver skills using leftovers and making it into a delicious dinner. That’s where I really shine!”

“You do come up with some interesting dishes.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, that reminds me. Whatever leftovers we have from the diner today I’m planning on putting in a casserole tonight.” I looked over at him. “So let’s order accordingly okay?”

Steven shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

Oh, man…” I sighed again. “Now I have to go to the grocery store later.”

The doorbell rang and a few moments later my husband Steven walked into the kitchen holding an Amazon envelope. I was at the sink scrubbing a sauce pan I had used for dinner.

“I got you a present.” he said as he held out the envelope.

I looked over. “Really?” I dried my hands off on a towel and reached for the package. “Oh, my gosh! That’s so nice of you!” I tore open the envelope and reached inside, pulling out a long green rectangle pill holder. I looked back at Steven a confused look on my face.

“I got you your very own weekly pill case!” He was smiling as he reached into the envelope himself and pulled out a second blue one. “I got two colors for you to choose from!”

I put the envelope down on the counter and took the pill case in both my hands. “Why would I want a pill case?”

He looked over at the counter where several bottles of vitamins and supplements were sitting. “So you don’t have to leave these out anymore.”

I looked over at the bottles and sighed. “Well if I don’t see them out I forget to take them.” I went over to the bottles and looked at all the different labels. Vitamin C and D, Zinc and turmeric. “With all this stupid Covid stuff going on we’re suppose to be taking all of these to help keep our immune systems up.”

“I completely get it.” Steven said. “But there’s no reason to leave the bottles out.”

“I’ve never taken supplements before so when I left them in the cabinet I was always forgetting to take them.” I sighed.

He took the pill case from me and held it up. “That’s why I got you this!” He began popping open the lids that had the beginning letter of each day of the week stamped on it. “Now you just fill these compartments up and you can put the pill case somewhere where you’re sure to see it every morning. I put mine in our bathroom cabinet. I see it when I go to brush my teeth.” He handed me back the case.

“My grandmother had one of these.” I sighed as I took it back from him. “This thing makes me feel old.”

Our son Alex walked into the kitchen. “What are you guys up to?”

I held up my pill case. “Dad got me a present.” I sighed.

Steven handed the other one to Alex. “I got you one too!”

Alex laughed. “What am I, 80?”

I looked back at Steven “See!”

“This is so we don’t have to leave all these bottles on the countertop.” Steven explained as he pointed to the supplements.

Alex shrugged his shoulders and handed the pill case back to Steven. “I’m fine.”

“But we’ll forget to take them when they’re in the cabinet!” I cried as I looked at Alex.

Alex looked at me and shook his head. “I’ve never forgotten to take them when they’re in the cabinet.”

“Oh…” I looked over at the bottles on the countertop. “I thought I was leaving them out for both of us.”

“Nope.” Alex patted me on the shoulder. “I’m all good.”

“Fine.” I sighed as I looked down at my pill case. “I’ll use it.” I looked back at Steven. “But let’s not call it a present.”

I had a stack of freshly folded laundry in my arms as I walked through the kitchen heading for my bedroom.

As I walked down the hallway my son Alex opened his bedroom door. “Are you going to meditate today?”

I popped into my bedroom, tossed the laundry on my bed and came back out into the hallway. Leaning against the wall I began counting off the tasks I needed to complete that day. “First I need to finish the laundry, I’ve got to run to the grocery store, I have ironing to do, I have to get everything set up for work next week…”

Alex cut me off. “You sound really stressed.”

“I am stressed!” I cried. “Those are only the beginning of the things I want to get done today.” I walked out to the kitchen, Alex following behind me. “Oh that’s just great!” I stopped in front of the dishwasher. “I forgot to start the dishwasher!” I looked over at the sink with all the breakfast dishes in it. “This day is just not getting any better.” I sighed.

Alex opened the cabinet under the sink and took out a dishwasher pod. He popped it in the dishwasher and turned it on. “I’m telling you, meditating would help.”

I dismissed his statement with a quick wave of my hand. “I don’t have time right now!” I headed back to the laundry room to put in another load of wash and start some ironing.

A few minutes later I was stomping back up the stairs. “I forgot the hangers!” I said through clenched teeth as I walked past Alex who was still in the kitchen fixing a cup of coffee.

“Meditation!” Alex called after me as I headed back to my bedroom.

I came back into the kitchen and slammed the hangers onto the counter top. “I feel like my head is about to explode!”

Alex took me by the shoulders. “You do this every time. Why do you fight meditating?”

“Because I don’t have the time!”

“It only takes ten minutes.” he pointed me in the direction of my room. “I’ll meditate too.” he scooped up my phone from the counter and handed it to me. “I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes.”

I sighed as I headed to my room. The last thing I wanted to do was waste time meditating.

Ten minutes later I was back in the kitchen. “Okay, you were right.” I took another calming breath. “I do feel better.”

“See.” Alex took a sip of his coffee. “I told you you’d feel better.”

“I know. I wonder why I’m always fighting it?”

“I have no idea.” Alex shook his head. “You remind me of little kids who are ready to burst into tears because they need a nap so bad but don’t want to take one.”

I looked over at Alex. “Ah…a nap.” I sighed. “Could you tell me I need one of those this afternoon?”

Alex laughed. “Sure. But don’t you have a few things you need to get done first?”

My son Alex and I were walking in our neighborhood listening to the metallic ping as acorns dropped from the trees and bounced off of cars. “Remember how many acorns there were last year?”

Alex nodded his head. “The sidewalks were covered.”

“People had leaf piles at the curb along with acorn piles! It was unbelievable!” I kicked an acorn ahead of us to see if I could keep it on the sidewalk so I could kick it again but it veered off into someone’s yard. “I wonder why last year had so many more than this year?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea.”

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “Well, I know one way to find out.” I began typing while we were walking but I had to stop because typing while walking with acorns covering the sidewalk was a little like trying to get across a room covered in marbles. You definitely need to be watching where you step.

“Okay here it is.” I held up my phone. “Last year was a mast year.”

Alex looked confused. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “No clue.” I looked back at the phone to read some more. “It says it takes a lot of energy for the oaks to produce acorns so the trees have to be healthy to be able to do that.” I nodded as I looked around at all the oak trees in our neighborhood and all the acorns on the ground already. “Clearly we have very healthy oaks around here.”

Alex stepped on a few of the empty caps nearby and we listened to the familiar crunch that let us know they’d been off the tree for a while. “Seems pretty healthy to me.”

We could hear a wood grinder off in the distance as we began walking again crunching our way along the sidewalk. “Oh man, I hope they aren’t taking down an oak tree.”

“Why?” Alex asked.

We rounded a corner and there were several trucks parked at the curb. The wood grinder was being feed limbs from a tree.

“Yup, they’re chopping up a oak tree.” I stated as my nose began to fill.

Alex looked over at me a look of concern on his face. “You’re eyes are really watering.”

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “I know.” I began to sniffle. “It wasn’t until we moved to this neighborhood that I found out I’m allergic to oak trees.”

We turned around and began walking in the opposite direction from the tree trimmers. “I just have to get away from them and I’ll be okay.”

We walked a few blocks and I felt like I could breath again. I wiped my eyes one last time and took a shaky deep breath. “It’s crazy how quick it comes on and how quickly it goes away.” I shook my head and took another deep breath. “Okay I think I’m better now.”

Alex looked over at me shaking his head. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine now.”

“That is the weirdest reaction I’ve ever seen.”

“I know!” I began to laugh, before I heard another tree grinder up ahead. I looked behind us then once again ahead before I looked over at Alex. “I’m beginning to think this walk idea today was a bad idea.”

I walked into the kitchen, scooped up the tea kettle from the stove and was walking to the sink when my son Alex looked at me, then at the clock. “Aren’t you late for school?”

“Nope, I’m virtual today.” I began filling the kettle.

“Oh, no.” he stepped away from me. “Did someone get sick at school?”

“Nope, everybody’s fine.” I put the kettle back on the stove and lit the fire underneath it. While I waited for the water to come to a boil I went over to the dining room table to set up my work-from-home office for the day.

“So why are you remote on a Thursday?” Alex as he began setting up the coffee pot.

I stopped what I was doing and looked over at him. “You know…” I sighed. “I really have no idea anymore.”

Alex started to laugh.

“I’m serious!” I had to laugh myself. “I didn’t even know it was Thursday until you just said it!” I pulled my daily planner out of my school bag and placed it next to my Chromebook. “I swear I have to take this with me wherever I go now just to make sure I know what day it is.” I opened my Chromebook and began to sign in.

I went to the kitchen to fix my cup of tea then went back to the screen.

Alex was pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Aren’t you planning on getting dressed before you go online?”

I looked down at my clothes then back at Alex. “ What do you mean? I am dressed.”

“Aren’t those your pajamas?”

I looked back down again. “No one’s going to know this tee shirt is actually my pajama top.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Besides I’m wearing a sweatshirt over it so it doesn’t really matter.”

Alex just shook his head as he went into the refrigertor to get the milk. “But you’ll know.”

“Oh come on!” I cried. “That’s one of the perks of virtual learning!”

“If you say so.” he poured a splash of milk into his cup and put the milk back in the refrigertor.

I sighed as I look back down at my tee shirt. “I’m really just doing observations and writing reports. I probably won’t even turn the camara on.” I opened my weekly planner to see what I needed to get done.

“Wait a minute!” I cried as I scanned this weeks page. “I’m not virtual today!” I looked at the clock. “Oh my gosh, I’m going to be late!” I jumped up, unzipping my sweatshirt as I raced towards my bedroom. “I have to jump in the shower and get dressed!”

Alex went over to the dining room table to look at my daily planner. “Wait a minute!” he called.

“I really don’t have time!”

Alex turned the page of the planner. “You were on the wrong week.”

I stopped in my tracks. I could feel my heart racing. “What?”

He pointed to the planner. “You’d turned to the wrong week.”

I came back to see. When I actually saw I was indeed virtual I began to laugh. “See, I told you I never know what day it is!”

Alex shook his head and started to laugh. “Actually you’re not ever sure what week it is.”

I was scooping out a cup of sugar and pouring it into a sauce pan when my son Alex came into the kitchen. “What are you making?” he asked.

I took the pan and went over to the sink pouring four cups of water into it. “I’m making hummingbird nectar.” I went over to the stove and turned on the burner placing the sauce pan on top. “I just have to bring this to a boil and once it’s cooled I’ll refill the hummingbird feeders.”

Alex looked confused. “It’s October. Aren’t the hummingbirds gone for the year?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “They could be. But the days are still pretty warm.”

“Yeah, but the nights are getting colder.” he reminded me.

“I know, but I don’t want to take the chance that a few stragglers are still around.” I reached in the drawer and pulled out a spoon. “I’d feel awful bringing in their feeders too soon.”

Alex looked out the back door. “Well, right now about a half a dozen wasps are drinking from it.”

I looked out the back door and sighed. “I’m out there every day cleaning them.” I went back to stirring the sugar water. “I’ll get this up to a boil and then go out and clean them off again.”

My husband Steven walked into the kitchen and came over to the stove to look over my shoulder. “What are you making?” He asked as he looked over at Alex, a hopeful look on his face. “Anything good?”

“Yeah, if you”re a hummingbird.” Alex laughed.

“Oh,” Steven sounded disappointed. “I was hoping you were starting dinner. I’m starving!”

I pulled the now boiling nectar off the heat and moved it to a back burner. “Now that this is done I’ll start dinner.”

“Yes!” both of them called out together.

Once dinner was done and I’d finished cleaning up I went over to the pan and tested the temperature of the nectar. “Perfect.” I said as I headed to the back door.

It was dusk, one of my favorite times of the day. The sky was a beautiful shade of pink. I reached over to grab the hummingbird feeders and shooed a lone wasp that had been getting a drink. I brought them back inside and began cleaning and refilling them.

“All set!” I said as I held them up for Alex to see.

Alex followed me out to the deck. “I haven’t seen a hummingbird in weeks.”

“Me either.” I began hanging them back on their hooks. “But like I said, better safe then sorry.” I turned around and looked at Alex when I heard the familiar hum of the hummingbirds wings. A ruby-throated hummingbird darted past my head and landed on the feeder.

I looked over at Alex pressing my finger to my lips. “Shh.”

We watched as the little guy took a long drink. While he was still drinking I looked over at Alex. “He must have really been thirsty.” I whispered.

Alex nodded his head.

A short while later he flew off the feeder and hovered in front of Alex and I. “You’re welcome.” I said to him.

He quickly darted past my head and over my shoulder. A second later I heard the tinny ding as he hit the metal gutter.

I looked down on the ground to see if he’d fallen. When he wasn’t there I looked back over at Alex. “Did he just crash into the gutter?”

Alex looked surprised. “It sure sounded like he did.”

“I never thought they crash into anything. They look so coordinated.”

Alex looked back at the feeder. “Did you put more than sugar water in there?”