I started cold brewing my coffee long before moving off grid. An insignificant fact but it is a fundamental aspect of this incident. Cold brewing means I daily end up with a mason jar of rinse water and organic coffee grounds. I scatter this mixture about the lawn which seems to enjoy the treatment.
This morning, however, mid-toss, a hummingbird entered the path the fluid was about to venture upon. She weaved to and fro, amazing me how she managed to avoid all the large droplets, but alas, she did get splattered. I wish her well. She shook herself off as she headed for the feeder, with a little extra buzz and a new scent to take back to the nest.
Photo of the day. We have all felt it. Sitting still, minding our own business and suddenly, you get the feeling you’re being watched. Sometimes, you are.
