Book: Play With Me
By: Marie Hall Ets
Spring is here!
Well, it feels like it, for the most part. I hope you've enjoyed this book.
My mom read this to me and my sister when we were growing up. I've read it to my own children and the many children in my classrooms over the years.
As a child, it always left me pondering. Could that really be true? Could you be friends with the wild animals if you were quiet enough, if you really listened?
I wanted to be that little girl!
Today was a very rainy Sunday. As I sat and watched 6 or more humming birds came to the feeder. They seemed to not care one bit about the pouring rain! Paying close attention, I'm beginning to tell some of them apart. They're earning names for themselves. Most of them look very similar. There is a tiny one with a spot on her throat. We've decided that the little ones are females. This may or may not be true, as I don't really know how to tell the genders apart. Maybe it's a leftover childhood thing, something like cats are girls and dogs are boys. When you are young and naive, anything is possible!
There is one hummingbird that is far more colorful, a yellow-golden color. She's fast and kind of a bully, she chases all of the others away from the feeder! But, she is oh so beautiful. Her name is Goldie (of course), but she has other color related nicknames as well. They drink the homemade food like crazy. They race back and forth between the feeder and the camellia bush next store, where they feed some more or sit for a moment.
They have become more comfortable around me, so when I water the Mama Rose - they fly right above my head. I laugh and duck a bit, thinking the are the fastest whirligigs ever!!!
Standing in the driveway is like standing on the runway at LAX!!!
I tried to snap a photo through the window and the rain, but they are so fast and my shutter speed is not able to keep up! Here is one of the better pictures. The rest they look like grey-black blurry blobs. They were flying up under the porch eves a lot (maybe because of the rain) and they look like ghosts against the white paint. So nondescript.
|See the camellia bush next door?|
Photo by Nancy A. Erisman ©2012
By the way, the Mama Rose has at least one teeny-tiny bud. It's about the size of a pencil tip! It is lush with leaves and promise. I am so grateful to be able to see it outside my window.
Lastly, here is a related book by wonderful children's book author Jan Brett. It also speaks of a child's love, desire and impact on the animals in the wild.