
A male Rufous Hummingbird caught my eye, sucking at the feeder near my cabin. Being common, yet elusive, in this protected area of Alaska—the breeding grounds for his species before the long flight to Mexico, I was grateful to have spied him.
“Drink up, little one,” I said, beaming with joy and protectiveness. “Glad you could come to visit me here in Valdez today. Get your fill!”
“FHTPH”
I heard the shot crack and watched disbelievingly as the BB pellet hit my precious friend, halting the sound of his brilliantly flapping cinnamon-colored wings. My horrified screams now filling that void.
Nice post 😄
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Thank you, Butterfly!
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I am hoping this is fiction (though I’m not so naïve to think it doesn’t happen)…
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Totally fiction! Just my weird imagination, Val! 🙂
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Poor little creature 😔
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I know! It was not a happy ending, for sure.
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Lovely*
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Thank you!! 🙂
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This is such a tragic ending to this little one’s life. Such a waste
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Most definitely. Unfortunately, it does happen. 😦
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Yes, unfortunately it does.
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I love the hummers that come to my feeders and would probably turn the bb gun on whoever used it to kill such a beautiful creation.
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Same! They are beautiful creatures. I have a feeder in my yard too.
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Pretty difficult to “like” this one …
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I know exactly what you mean, Nan!
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