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Fabric of Life - Joyas Volardoras

Bad weather and recreational vehicles are not a healthy combination… and again this first Sunday in May we are dealing with it here in the Old Girl.   A typical Texas spring weather pattern…  a cold front dips down from the north and collides headlong with the warm moist air boiling up out of the Gulf.  Later on, as high summer approaches, the jet stream which brings the cold air will retreat north and high pressure will dominate all of Texas.  The high pressure cap is just like a lid on an old fashioned pressure cooker  -it will shut down the thunderstorms.

Snack time for hummers at the Old Girl

The literal translation of “Joyas Volardoras” is Flying Jewels  — the Spanish name for Hummingbirds.  I have written about my admiration for these indefatigable little creatures in the past.   This morning the sky had just turned from impenetrable dark to inky black. ….  just on the cusp of breaking day.  There would be no glimpse of the sun as it rose this morning.   That freight train of the upper jet stream had rolled down from Canada or wherever it picks up all that cold air and was announcing its arrival– barreling full tilt off the High Plains of the Panhandle into the Cross Timbers of North Texas.   The temps dropped 15 degrees in 15 minutes and sheet lightning spidered across the fat clouds.  The weather radio was going nuts but the announcements carried little honest threat to life or limb     -this time.

There are times that I yearn for a solid brick rancher on a quiet cul de sac in a small Texas town.   The squawking of the Weather Radio would be noted on a morning such as this with little concern cocooned in such a solid structure.    I could go get the Sunday paper off the front porch before it got wet and read it at leisure in my man-cliner in my man room while the biggest flat screen on the block burbled muted voices and flickered with the news of the day…. OR NOT.  God, does that sound boring or what?  Next thing you know I would be shopping Izod shirts and a new set of golf clubs first set of golf clubs; I have never played golf – ever.   Gimme some of that living on the edge with the Old Girl rolling on her heels from the wind blasts and rain pelting the vent covers like marbles thrown against the side of a metal barn.  Instead of deciding on a trip to Starbucks for a Vende Mocha Grande Whipped  (or whatever $6 for a single cup of coffee will buy you  – I haven’t a clue), I am trying to remember if the culvert out on the County Road is big enough to crawl inside of.   Yeah, gimme some of that with a side of quarter sized hail.   Stuff like this is what makes you realize you are alive — and you can’t buy it at the Big Box.

One tough little bastard joins me for breakfast

So that is the way it was this morning. Raw, wet and wild.  I got Miss K calmed down sufficiently for her to crawl in the bed for some much deserved rest at the end of a long shift.  She is a Left Coast girlie and these raucous Texas storms still leave her unsettled.  It was the normal morning routine for me inside the RV–  running the traps, a fresh pack of Marlboro Lights and a leaded Pepsi to get all the synapses firing in unison.  Outside,  we had a good ol’ storm well in progress.  Lightning, thunder, blaster wind gusts and pelting rain and then I caught a flash of gray outside the window of the dinette.  WTH?  I couldn’t believe it!  It was the first hummer of the day and it was still bank vault black outside.   The wind was gusting so hard I fully expected her to get smashed into the window glass at any minute.  The rain drops were so big, I could only imagine what would happen if she took a solid hit from on high.   My respect and admiration of these tiny little birds has only grown over the years.  Did you know that hummers are so small that the Praying Mantis is one of their natural enemies?  Or that they eat 8X their body weight each day?  Or that they fly across the Gulf of Mexico when they migrate south?  Sure ’nuff.

One of my little buddies braving the elements

I was checking in one of the Big Bosses this week, one who is generally taciturn, and he looked past my shoulder and said ‘You have hummers!’  Yeah buddy, damn right; as incongruous as it may seem in this environment of sour gas and clanging machinery.   My feeder is 2 feet from the door of the Old Girl and Miss K and I both revel in standing on the steps and letting the little critters buzz within scant inches of us.   Anybody in an RV just about anywhere in the United States has the opportunity to enjoy these tiny creatures with minimal effort.  All you need is one of the feeders that suction cup to your window and some white sugar.  Mix it up 4 parts boiling water to one part sugar and you are good to go.    I never tire of their antics.

 

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6 comments to Fabric of Life – Joyas Volardoras

  • don

    It always amazes me when a hummer zooms past me on the way to the feeder. We’ve never fed birds before living here in the desert but now we are addicted to watching them; both the hummers and the other guys. I agree though that the hummers are extra amazing because they are so tiny and so tough.

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  • Thank you so much for posting the Amazon link to the precise feeder for Hummers. I’m an avid fan and had 4 different ground feeders that I’m hesitant to use because of the various insects and wildlife around the RV. What do you think? Would you use one on a pole in the ground? I’ve ordered the window feeder and can’t wait!

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    • admin

      I tried the hanging feeders and found they were a bitch to fill and clean– plus they are usually at a distance for viewing. If nothing else I might buy 2 and put one on each side of the RV

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  • Buzz Bombs Rock!!!

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    • admin

      You are the bomb too ya know.

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  • Miss K

    Awwww. Shucks……..

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