When I first sat down, there wasn’t a bird to be seen. Now all of a sudden, there were two chickadees, one sitting at the tip of the shepherd’s crook and the other hanging onto the hummingbird feeder wire.
“Why are you hanging onto the hummingbird feeder holder?” I asked. “You know that isn’t for you.”
“The question remains, why did you hang a shirt on our birdfeeder?”
“If you poop all over my favorite shirt, I’m going to be really ticked off,” I said.
“We might, if you don’t tell us why there’s a shirt on our birdfeeder.”
Suddenly, a hummingbird hovered near, inspecting the bright yellow. Why hadn’t I heard it? It drew closer, aiming its thorn-sharp beak at the eyelet lace sleeve.
“Please don’t tear my shirt,” I thought. I love those tiny birds so much, I didn’t have the heart to shoo it away. Besides, after a close look, it obviously realized the shirt held no nectar, not even in the fold that moved softly in the breeze. The hummer buzzed away as abruptly as it had arrived. This time, I heard it.
“We still don’t know why you’ve hung a shirt on our birdfeeder,” the chickadees insisted.
“Well, two reasons. 1, I needed to watercolor a picture of my favorite shirt for #Worldwatercolorgroup’s prompt for the day, and 2, I wanted to get some sun on my skin. I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”
“Eek,” they shrieked. They took off immediately and disappeared into the nearby trees.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Well, they asked.”