Now I know how it happens
Jesus fuck! There's an apparently suicidal hummingbird that keeps twittering and chirruping away on the balcony (not unusual). What is unusual is that this one, with the full knowledge that Phouka is sitting right out there, keeps hovering down to around 4 ft - totally and easily within Phouka reach. *headdesk*
Hasn't that reckless little shit heard it on the hummingbird grapevine that Phouka has already managed to catch 3 of them? One was DOA and the other 2 I managed to rescue. Just a couple of weeks ago I walked out of the kitchen just in time to see Phouka lay a hummer on the carpet. I was heart-broken, especially when I bent closer and saw that it was still breathing and thought I'd either have to watch it suffer or put it out of its misery (I had to do that with a sparrow and it really depressed me).
When I gently scooped the little guy up he quickly raised his head and then flipped over onto his front.
He was playing opossum!
I quickly cupped my other hand over him and took him out onto the balcony. When I removed my top hand that little sucker was just a blur.
Dear reckless, over-confident hummingbirds...QUIT IT!
On the work front everyone continues to have a loose concept of reality in what can realistically be expected to be accomplished in the time allotted. Also, Tue the Big Kahuna (store mg Dave) went in for gallbladder surgery. No complications. He went home late that afternoon but he won't be back to work until Monday. Just before I left work I was going through the stockroom and one of the co-managers was standing there, phone in hand. She shook the phone and exclaimed "Oh my god! Quit it!" I paused and said, "Dave?" She looked up and said, "How did you know?" I replied, "In this store, no one can irritate quite like Dave." She said, rather plaintively, "He won't even give me time to reply between questions."
Yup! Sounds about right.
Hasn't that reckless little shit heard it on the hummingbird grapevine that Phouka has already managed to catch 3 of them? One was DOA and the other 2 I managed to rescue. Just a couple of weeks ago I walked out of the kitchen just in time to see Phouka lay a hummer on the carpet. I was heart-broken, especially when I bent closer and saw that it was still breathing and thought I'd either have to watch it suffer or put it out of its misery (I had to do that with a sparrow and it really depressed me).
When I gently scooped the little guy up he quickly raised his head and then flipped over onto his front.
He was playing opossum!
I quickly cupped my other hand over him and took him out onto the balcony. When I removed my top hand that little sucker was just a blur.
Dear reckless, over-confident hummingbirds...QUIT IT!
On the work front everyone continues to have a loose concept of reality in what can realistically be expected to be accomplished in the time allotted. Also, Tue the Big Kahuna (store mg Dave) went in for gallbladder surgery. No complications. He went home late that afternoon but he won't be back to work until Monday. Just before I left work I was going through the stockroom and one of the co-managers was standing there, phone in hand. She shook the phone and exclaimed "Oh my god! Quit it!" I paused and said, "Dave?" She looked up and said, "How did you know?" I replied, "In this store, no one can irritate quite like Dave." She said, rather plaintively, "He won't even give me time to reply between questions."
Yup! Sounds about right.