Woke to the house filled with the smell of Granny's yams baking and a plate of her delicious french toast waiting to be eaten. After breakfast, I began to dig a hole in the garden for Granny's lilac tree. Her worn, wooden pick and shovel that Grandpa had fixed in the past are my favorite garden tools to use.
While I was taking a break from shoveling I heard a thud and looked up thinking that a bird must have flown into the bird house above me. Quickly I noticed that Max, the cat, had grabbed something with his mouth and I was sure it was whatever that had made that thudded sound from above. So, I ran over and began to shake Max to get the bird out of his mouth. Max wouldn't budge so I had to open his mouth and pull the bird out with my hand; this was a crazy moment because Max was going to attack me. Once I got the bird out of Max's mouth, the little hummingbird laid stunned. I yelled for Granny to come over and see the preciousness that laid in my hand. She was so happy to see that the hummingbird was doing alright and we watched it gently rest until it perched upon my finger to fly away. Afterwards, we just sat and spoke of how wonderful this life is. What a magical morning spent with Granny.
Anna Marie Valenti
A bird's eye view into my world.
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