Art Quilts and Mixed Media Fiber Art
I had to reblog Leaf and Twig’s beautiful post Distance. It is too exquisite not to share.
The hollyhocks are are coming right along, Here’s my progress report for my time lapse quilt for 2/16/2014. I’ll give a few photos leading up to today’s progress., if anyone is just seeing this for the first time. It will make it a time lapse.
I have finished most of flowers and and added the shading to the stocks. A few side views of the flowers and buds and a little more details and then I’ll be ready to quilt it.
Where do the little birds go in the winter for shelter? I’ve asked this question more than once, even on this very blog.
During our recent uncharacteristic snow storm, with the cold chilling to the bone, it has taken become much more of a concern. Birds need to be fed when snow covering everything.
I spent several days, running back and forth, unfreezing hummer feeders and refilling the other bird feeders. They flocked around, emptying these almost as fast as I could fill them.
On Saturday, during one of my feed runs, I noticed our fearless little backyard dive bomber hummer. He sat on a bush branch near his feeder, waiting for the thawed nectar to return, FWI it takes some time to thaw a frozen hummer feeder, but I moved as fast as possible.
He’s normally full of spit and fire. When I go out on my deck in the summer, he makes several warning passes at me, to make clear who owns this feeder. The feeder is situated on a beam near the edge of our deck. He would often have the adasadty to fly right under the covered deck and make a few passes at me.
He buzzs me when I’m getting close to that feeder,or just to make a show of his fierceness. A few times he flew by and startled me so much that I dropped it and all the sugar water.
Yet seeing him there on that bush, was heart wrentching. He had lost all the fight in him. He looked pathetic, drained, as frozen the feeder itself, no doubt starved since the last thawed feeder’s departure and arrival a hour earlier. His little feathers were fluffed to keep warm.
He seems lifeless, barely moving. As I approached, getting within a few feet of him, no bold buzzts, but a weak little plea for help it seemed. He never moved, too cold or hungry.
I was recently made aware of a fact about hummers through a public TV documentry .They need to maintain a constant intake of food to stay alive. An hour can’t go by. It could cause death, it’s no wonder they defend their food sources.
Some have died during the long lapse of food intake during the night. I was shocked. Now I got thinking, “am I able to keep up the needed amount fast enough? That would explain his lifeless behavior, in addtion to the extreme cold.
My heart was crushed, it was so sad. If he was this cold and hungry in the day, what would happen to him at night? Where do they find shelter? This weather is unatural, they mirgrate to warmer climates usually.
I thought of of how different this little guy was during spring and summer
Was I thawing the feeder fast enough to keep him alive? I was beside myself. what would happen to him? I had to do somethng, but what?
I rewatched the hummer documentry. It made me feel worse, not better.
I fretted all day.Woried and felt so upset.
I am easily overwroght and emotional these days.To illustrate, if I look at older pictures of a part of my family, who have moved a distance away, a call, email or text which is pages long, gushing my sentmental ramblings will be sure to follow later that day. This must be a special joy for the fortunate family member who recives one, to wade through [maybe not].
I’m sure my teenaged granddaughters are especially thrilled to recieve a book length communique, what do you think? This just illustrates how overly emotional I am now prone to.
Later that day he was sitting one a tree branch on feeder patrol. He buzzted me. He was surviveding and improving My fretting turned to Joy! He was moving and he had regained some of his former spunk. A most welcome sight.
Buzzt me all you want at my little friend, I love hearing that sound.