I recently dreamed I had two hummingbirds in my kitchen. I dreamed I found them because I was up in the middle of the night, which was when they'd try to sip from the kitchen sink, undiscovered. In my dream, I discreetly put out some nectar for them, which they immediately began to consume. I told Lizard I needed to go to the local grocery store to buy some flowers so they could have real food until summer. And then Lizard woke me. In real life. End of extremely pleasant dream.
Just the day before, in real life, I'd told Lizard I needed to go to the local grocery store to buy flowers for my neighbor for her birthday. She and her husband have been such angels in our lives.
I also am frequently up in the middle of the night, thanks to Parkinson's. So that part of the dream wasn't unusual at all. Oh, and that particular night, the sink was indeed full of dishes, which were full of (clean) water, from which hummingbirds would have been able to safely dine.
But where did the hummingbirds come fom??? There are no hummingbirds in Colorado right now! At least not live and flower-sipping!
I think I figured it out. My sister-in-law gifted us the cutest little beaded hummingbird for Christmas. She didn't know we no longer have a Christmas tree. Too much of a tripping hazard. Yet this little guy is so adorable, I have to keep it on display. It's currently hanging from the snowflake stocking hanger on our bookshelf. We keep our snowflake decor out all year. Proudly.
I decided this dream would be perfect blog fodder. I enlisted AI to generate some hummers-in-the-dirty-dishes images to illustrate this post. I was pretty disappointed with most of the results. Deformed hummingbirds. Hummingbirds spewing water from their mouths over sinks with no faucets. Faucets trickling onto sinkless counters.
As a result, I took my little beaded hummer out for a tour of its new surroundings. Sometimes, real life is better than AI!
Hummer Meets Lavender
Kokopelli Hummer
Dieter and Wolfgang haven't been out of their Altoid box in years!
too cold for me
We can fly!
Oh, look! Lunch!!!
Well, hello...
Are there flowers somewhere underneath all these butterflies?
perfect size
Man, why all the snowflakes in this place?!?
Aaah, real food, at last!
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