The Holiday

Sunday we all had a chance to get together for a wonderful meal and some unexpected entertainment, compliments of a somewhat lost hummingbird. We were eating in the screened in porch at my brother's house when all of the sudden we heard this "boink." We all looked up to see a hummingbird smashed into the screen with it's beak stuck just beating it's little wings like crazy trying to get unstuck. I got up to go over there and push it's little beak out but by then, it had finally worked it's way out and staggardly ( a new word I just made up) flew away. Maybe it thought my sister-in-law's red shirt was an enticing flower, or it was a bit near sighted. It was almost like one of those animated movies the way it happened. We laughed the rest of the evening over the visual of that poor bird.


The day was one of those days that you wished would never end with the weather being perfect, good food, and good conversation and fun, and the best part of it was that none of it was planned. Sometimes I think when an event or something else is planned, expectations get in the way and everyone expects the day to turn out a certain way in a certain order, and then when something unexpected happens, there is disappointment. There is something to be said for spontaneity.