On Sunday, a freezing fog encapsulated the garden. I shivered as I took shots of the ice crystals using my new tripod.
|Doesn't this Rugosa Rose hip look like a spider?|
Cars slowed down and people waved at me as I took pictures of the ice lightly decorating the plants like frosting.
I was happily minding my own business taking pictures of the Cape Fuchsia while listening to the Anna’s hummingbird nonstop litany which sounded vaguely like a cursing rapper, when the Anna’s hummingbird took action and dive bombed me. The hummingbird’s left wing pivoted off my left cheek and it swooped behind my head and around. And I screamed out, “Really?”
|Cape Fuchsia seed heads|
Then the hummingbird resumed its tirade. This hummingbird obviously has the bird version of small dog syndrome. It has all the nerve endings of a bald eagle in that tiny little body. I’m going to put a new hummingbird feeder out front, as a gesture of peace.
Later in the afternoon, the cold winter sun melted the ice off of the massive fir tree and I watched a glowing rain storm in my back yard on a sunny day. It was a beautiful day.