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Creative Writing: Life As A Hummingbird
| Term Paper Title | Creative Writing: Life As A Hummingbird |
| # of Words | 632 |
| # of Pages (250 words per page double spaced) | 2.53 |
Creative Writing: Life As A Hummingbird
I eased behind the huge mass of nesting material and took a firm hold of
several strands, I then pulled back, quickly, to pull them free. The jarring
concussion, which followed, took me by suprise. I tried to get my bearings as
the ground rushed up to meet me and recovered about two feet from the ground.
After that near miss I climbed back to the altitude I had been at and started
searching for my tormentor. I realized that I had grabbed hold of a human's hair
and that he had not been happy about it. He was rubbing his head and throwing
immense volumes of noise at me. Hummingbirds make mistakes just like everyone
else and more than most when trying to build and protect a nest.
I decided that I should look elsewhere and settled on a lovely little spider
web. I dove toward it, feeling the thrum of my wings and hearing the whoosh of
the wind flowing past. The web glowed gold in the morning sunlight and dew drops
hanging from it shone like liquid fire. A gnat flew too close and I captured it
with a snap of my long tongue. Snaring a long piece of the silk, I immediately
ascended, looking for my tree. My mate was awaiting my return, and was soon
rewarded as I pulled up to the carefully camouflaged nest. I passed the silken
strand over to her and left to find some food.
The humans are very good to us and hang tremendous reservoirs of nectar from
various limbs and rafters. The containers come in all shapes and colors but they
all have red bases. I headed for one of these and saw one of my rival males. He
instantly attacked, chirping his anger at my intrusion. I counterattacked and we
began a dogfight. Up and down, we came, zooming into space and plummeting to the
ground. Although he was ...Read entire document
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