I love my Hummingbird feeder. I do a lot on my laptop sitting on the couch in my apartment and I get a simple pleasure watching birds dart about my window in their happy whirring chirps. They fascinate me with wings that are flapping so fast they are a constant blur. They're so small yet they still manage to ride the winds well enough to get through stormy weather (albeit, not without a battle). They are drawn to red, just like a bull, and they charge at each other with similar gusto (I have three hummingbird friends who play tag with their beaks).
I have a confession. Aaron Andrews told me once how hummingbirds will sometimes land on his hand and ever since I've been extremely jealous. Granted, Aaron has a knack for taming nature. This doesn't change the fact that I secretly wish that I could coax the hummingbirds to land on my hand. I think it would be evidence that I'm a Disney Princess or something like that (well... Aaron would obviously be a Disney Prince) Either way, my hopes are kind of remote since I'm too short. Even then I don't know if I'd be persuasive enough to lure the birds onto my fingers, even if I was taller.
Its hard to be Jill sometimes.
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