Jøhnny Fävòrítê (johnnyfavorite) wrote,
Jøhnny Fävòrítê


Tonight I was sitting on the back porch about an hour before sundown. Our back yard adjoins federally-protected wildlands, there are yellow signs at the border with dire warnings about what will happen to you if you mess around in there. Therefore we tend to get more than our share of wildlife. About every two weeks a small mule-deer will come drink out of the bird bath and, not being very graceful, knock it over. My primary lawn care task is righting the bird bath after yet another mule-deer encounter.

A hummingbird came zipping out of nowhere, hovered five feet away my face for about a second (which is likely an eternity in hummingbird-time), and then zoomed off. Last night the exact same thing happened, at about the same time of day.

Both times it happened too fast for me to know what it was. The bird (if it was the same one, twice) got so close that I instinctively recoiled, afraid it would crash into me. I didn't know it was a hummingbird until playing it back in my head. Both times it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The bird seemed far too aware of my presence.

After being here a year and a half, tonight and last night are the only two hummingbird encounters I've had. It means something, I just don't know what yet.

Yes, I believe in signs. The skeptical among you are free to disbelieve. Many times when I didn't know what to do, it seemed like a path on the ground lit up in front of me, and I was free to follow it, or not. I was following just such a lit-up path when I moved from Kansas to Florida. A bunch of events happened at exactly the right time with respect to each other, to the point where it seemed I almost had no choice in the matter. Like subtle indications of what the universe wanted from me.

I'm ready to follow another lit-up path, should one appear.
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