Well, maybe just a gentle mugging.
Anyway, Mrs. Cards (also fondly known as “She who must be obeyed”) is in Philadelphia for a week visiting her family and I am free here in baseball Cardinals country to drink beer, watch sports and the Man Show without any feminist vetos of my behavior. I do, however, have to perform certain duties regarding her garden, which can be generally translated as “if everything is dead when I get back because you didn’t water, …”.
It should be noted that she has an extensive garden, with plants that attract all manner of wildlife. So. I come home from work and remember that I need to take care of the tasks assigned (before turning on the Cardinals and hoping some team is stup…er, smart enough to offer their pitching staff for J.D. Drew), which include filling the hummingbird feeders near the pond.
Now I enjoy the space she has made and delight in the hummingbirds joyfully dive bombing each other in their frenzy to get to the flowers and the feeders. I also like how they are unafraid of us on the deck and get so close. Wasn’t quite prepared for this though.
I hadn’t changed the feeders this year. As I’m doing it tonight, one female bird, decides it has had enough of my dawdling and begins to circle my head, within a couple of feet. Close even by hummingbird standards. I get the feeder up and just stand motionless for a moment. The female HB gets verrrry close to my face and then begins to move side to side.
Suddenly, she goes to my chest and begins tapping me. On the red Cardinals baseball emblem. Trying to suck my vital juices and lifeforce out. Repeatedly.
I can’t move. I’m frozen.
The question is: does she love me for myself or just that I look good in red?
