So, me and Mike were sitting outside on the patio yesterday afternoon and I was facing the house and the hummingbird feeder. They have been going nuts lately and we were fearing for our lives a little bit. Someone had told me that a hummers beak was soft like your nose and I was telling Mike this when he said, “I think they are hard. Remember I got pecked by one.” Years ago, he rescued one out of a huge spider web in our garage, and the bird drilled him a couple of times. We were both trying to remember if he bled from it, when a hummer hit the bay window and fell to the porch. I said to Mike that one had hit the window and he asked if it killed it. I told him it didn’t fly off, so he gets up and goes up there and sure enough, there it is. He picked it up and got it about waist high, when it flew off out of his hand! Twice, he has held a living hummingbird. Who has this stuff happen to them? Mike, that’s who.
Many years ago, my brother and his wife were on vacation out west and had done some intense hiking over the last few days. Both of them had very sore thigh muscles. On one of their adventures, they had to pee in a desert-like environment. My sister-in-law assumed the position in the shelter of some low growing bushes and reached out to the bush in front of her for some stability (due to the sore legs). The branch she grabbed snapped off immediately and she stumbled backwards and landed on top of the bush behind her, still holding the branch and peeing and laughing. My brother witnessed at least the last half of this and valiantly, though unsuccessfully, tried not to laugh. After being helped up, she was surprised to find that nothing got on her clothes! I could never be so lucky.