Singing for their supper

HH did a Sleeping Beauty act this morning, so we were about two hours later than planned getting away to the hills. We dropped in on the friend who has just had cancer surgery and is spending a few days at her house up here, accompanied by her older son and his fiancée, over from England to provide moral support. She’s still in a fair bit of discomfort, and chafing at the bit at the forced inactivity and delays. Chemo is on the menu and she's anxious to get started asap so as to get it all behind her before her son’s wedding in July. At least up here she’s in superb surroundings. We found her draped on a sofa on her large covered verandah, with humming birds whistling through to the feeders every few seconds.

On to lunch at the golf club, then HH had a committee meeting. I meant to do some blipping and other stuff on the computer, but wound up spending hours chatting with one of the club’s more colourful characters. Her stories about herself and her sisters and the ins and outs (mostly outs) of her marriage had me in stitches.

Between times, I got a few shots of these babies squawking for their supper. Parent bird took a while to arrive, probably alarmed by my presence at the foot of the tree, but eventually produced the goods.