The bird died Tuesday night. Kind of sucks. Kind of sums up 2009.
I'm winding my way through snowy Connecticut Amtrak-style...my phone vibrates.
I think it's a text, but it turns out it's my dad. "You won't believe this" he says, "but as of Tuesday there was confirmation that the rare Allen's Hummingbird you went to see is still alive"
My response? "Shut up. No way."
I had made my peace with the fact that it would be impossible for a small 3-inch bird native to California and Mexico could survive the last few weeks of New England weather, including about 20 inches of snow and evening temps in the single digits.
How is she surviving? Where does she go to shelter from the weather? I hope this is a sign she's a strong little thing that's going to make it through the winter and wake up one warm day in March, realize she's on the wrong coast and head west.
So I continue my journey to NYC with an even bigger smile on my face (it was big to begin with considering I'm seeing my fiance, haven't seen him since November) but this is sort of the icing on the cake.
Happy New Year all! I'll be back with a year in pictures and the NaBloPoMo January theme of "Best"
Kisses and peace out '09