Uprooted
I always feel bad pulling out the dozens of maple tree seedlings from my flower beads. If I didn't, I'd have a forest in my yard. We did leave one in about 13 years ago and it is now one of the tallest trees in my yard.
I was sweeping the front porch and came across this fellow:
I look at this and see a horse head, do you?
I moved him to my hanging basket of petunias so he would be safe. And just as I stepped away, a hummingbird came for a drink! No picture though, he was in and out in seconds. Timing is everything, you know, so I was glad I was there to see him, no matter how brief the visit.
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