When the Hummingbird comes to visit.

Early this Spring Gypsy and I planted deep pink and blue morning glories on her five foot, cedar post rabbit fence right outside the cabin window where I sit and write. Gypsy is my nine year old English Pointer who completely runs my life. She is a superb companion in all ways. As the sun rises on the magnificent woods that surrounds the cabin, I sit at my window and watch it work and write about what I see. The sun is casting it's morning rays through the misty, hazy air gently moving the the woods towards it,s morning song. Gypsy and I listen and watch. This is a song to behold. The perfect racoon light, creeps silently across the floor of the deep, mysterious woods. As we are watching, a hummingbird comes to one of our large, deep pink morning glories. He is so close, we could touch him. When he is finished with the nectar of the deep, pink morning glory he once again comes to the cabin window, stops, as only hummingbirds can do and looks at us. He pauses ever so shortly. We exchange our morning greetings and he moves on. We are not sure how you say good morning to a hummimgbird. We wonder what he is thinking? Does he wonder what we are thinking? Will he continue to return to the cabin window? Can a hummingbird communicate with humans and dogs? Can they be trained? Does their brain work faster than then the speed at which they fly? Did the military get the idea for the helicoper that hovers from the hummingbird? Can you tame a hummingbird? A friend sent me pictures of hummimgbirds' nesting. They are facinating and beautiful. They will continue to be welcome guests here at the cabin. We hope they found a perfect place to build their nests in the woods. We hope they know they are part of the wood's song that brings us so much joy. Their are doves, jays, cardinals, rabbits and deer at the feeding area next to Gypsy's fence. She will point them until her patience expires. Then, she will run full speed directly towards them causing them to make a hasty exit to some safe place deep in the woods. They will return. She will point and chase again. She is waiting for me to finish my blog, so I can take her for a walk. She gets very excited about the walks. She does the pointer spin, which consists of spinning in circles in one spot. The spot can be most anywhere. We will walk to the low spot on our road, where the spring water runs across it. There Gypsy can get a drink to fend off the the heat of the day, before we start our walk back up the hill, on the gravel road that leads to the cabin. We marked this path home with many cairns. When we are out of eggs, we will stop half way up the hill at a neighbors to pick up a dozen. Had to stop this blog to get Gypsy in the cabin so Butchy Bull's-eye (old yellow ferrel cat with bull's-eye on his side) could get down from a tree in the angel patch behind the cabin.(area surrounded by Gypsy's fence)Bad girl! She just wants to have fun! We know we a lucky to be here. We know the years prepared us well for this journey in the Texas Hill Country. This question remains. Can a small town girl from Ohio, find happiness in the grandeiose Texas Hill Country? Read her blogs and you will see. What will the day bring? Let's go and see. The cabin crew