And then there was one…………………….

One hummingbird that is.

One little, single, solitary hummingbird.

And that part of me that anthropomorphizes CONSTANTLY, is wondering if she’s lonely.

Really.

Not kidding.

Like I don’t have enough on my plate to worry about (think homeschool curriculum, the state of the checkbook, the state of the world, the impending onslaught of winter, the impending showdown with Syria)…

Now I throw in there time spent staring out the kitchen window at this lone little avian and my head starts hurting.

Why, I wonder, are you the only one here?  Where, I wonder, are all of your zinging-around-like-crazy, dive-bombing-maniac friends?  Is there something wrong with your miniature brain that you haven’t taken off for distant southern lands like all the rest?  Are you hurt?  Are you lonely?

And then I catch myself (1. talking to a bird and 2. expending way too much energy on things outside my circle of influence) and I try to get a grip.

This falls under “those things I cannot control.”  Like my grams’s illness a few weeks ago, like the fact that I now have at least 30 lbs of sugar in my pantry (and that is one damn big bag, let me tell you), like the impending coming of winter (yes, we are heading there soon I am afraid…not stopping to enjoy fall, not passing go and definitely not collecting $200).  These are all things that are not within the circle that I CONSTANTLY have to draw around my feet.  Everything inside the circle is under my control.  Everything outside the circle is NOT under my control.

Seems elementary to some I am sure.

But I am not elementary.  I am hard-wired to worry.  And to seek to control that which cannot, or should not, be controlled.  My lot in life I guess.  What can I say?

And so, I will attempt to relinquish control of this single, solitary, lone little hummingbird.  And put her in the Universe’s hands.  I will leave the feeders up for her…as long as she stays.  I will wish her Godspeed and a safe journey.  And perhaps we’ll meet again.

And then I’ll turn to the next thing on my plate.  Will we or won’t we go to war?

I know without a doubt that we do not need to be the ones to constantly police the world.  But I also know without a shadow of a doubt that sometimes we must lead from the front, sometimes we must lead from behind.  That is the price we pay for being, as President Obama said earlier this week, “the world’s oldest, most successful democracy.”

And so, I leave you with this quote, yet again:

“The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”  (Edmund Burke, it is thought)

Despite the pain and turmoil it will cost this country to become involved, yet again, the alternative is to let evil have its way.

And that, my friends, does not sound like an acceptable alternative at all.

 

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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