Thursday, April 24, 2014

Dawn in the Sky with Diamonds

I'm switching my time again.

Up at night, down by noonish. It's summer in the desert and I don't want to be caught trapped in the house all day because it's too hot to go outside. Or, in fact, do anything even inside. 

I'm on a time of use plan with my electric company. (Thanks to the lies of Sustainability and Agenda 21, I can barely afford air conditioning.)

In the summers, the higher electrical use is during the afternoons. So if I turn the thermostat up during the day, I can sleep through the heat. At night, I can be out in 90 to 70 degree weather for a few more months. Then the monsoon will arrive and bring in the humidity. 

No one is safe from the heat after that until Halloween.

Don't worry, I usually turn myself around in August and September. It's a slow transition. So I make it as smoothly as possible. 

Since I was imprisoned in my home and bedroom for so long thanks to my illness and abusive caretakers, I don't like going one day without standing outside, or seeing the moon, stars, or planets.

I guess that is why I am so set against geoengineering, except for the basic ludicrousness of it, I am trapped inside while non-elected entities poison the sky and hide the sapphire blue sky, the twinkle of diamonds from far away galaxies. It's just not their right. It's mine to live a good life.

Another reason to report and document what is happening to our lovely Earth: Geoengineering Daily Report, April 24.

I hope you join me in posting pictures to Skyder Alert and writing government officials to stop the madness. 

The Earth is not a military laboratory. It's our home. Shouldn't we be more diligent than poisoning everything and everyone?


Monday, April 21, 2014

An Empty Nest

In this lifetime, there was no children for me and with this illness, there will not be any.

So when I take care of the creatures around me and do a good job, they leave. That was true for today. The baby hummingbirds did not return to their nest this evening.

Sad for me. Wonderful for them.

I hope in the coming days or years, they stop by and let me know how they are doing. Such sweet sorrow. Maybe next year, one will nest again where I can watch over them.

Or, maybe I should say: watch over me.

For now there is an empty nest in my gazebo planter, but never empty in my heart. 


Hummingbird Graduation Day

It's Graduation Day at the my house.

Baby hummingbirds are taking their first flights this morning... awww! 

I did take some pictures this weekend of the babies because they were getting too big for their nest. I knew their time to investigate the wider world was not far away. Today was that day.

So I went out and all the babies were gone from their nest. As I stood around the gazebo, the last of the babies buzzed up to me. She wanted to show me she got her wings. I put my hand up for her to land and she decided to go another direction... which she smacked into my six foot fence wall. 

She bounced a few more times until she hit the ground. Irene, my outdoor cat, pounced on that stroke of good luck and proceeded to get the baby in her mouth... but Irene listens to me. I kept repeating NO! until my cat released the baby bird. It must have been quite the mental struggle for Irene to let go of such a tasty treat, but she did.

Even Ivanka, my indoor calico who gets a free pass to the outdoors a few times a week, wanted to capture the baby hummingbird. It was such a scene of me yelling and running around to save that baby bird from two feisty felines. In the end, I was victorious.

I gathered that little bird into my hand and made sure she wasn't bleeding anywhere. Then I moved my wrought iron loveseat so I could bring down the planter with the nest in it to my level. I placed the baby back in the nest and hung the planter back up so mother hummingbird could take a look for herself... 

Boy, was she concerned. I think more that I touched her baby then about the cats. Anyway, the baby is good, being refueled by mom, and encouraged to take another flight. I am staying inside as to not create another incident. The baby's wings got tired too easily when confronted with a challenge.

I'll just watch from my glass security door... but those first few seconds of "look human what I can do!" was priceless and to make me apart of their Graduation Day was sweet of them.

See what happens when you help out your fellow creatures? You get rewarded in ways that are too emotional for words. I hope tomorrow is a better day for the baby hummingbirds and that they spend a few more nights in their nest. 

Sometimes saying good-bye is such sweet sorrow.