Steve and Judy's Travels!

Most of the time they don’t look like it.

The males have that dark throat.  The females and youngsters don’t even have that.

The male hummingbirds have to flash that red throat, and the lighting has to be just right, to see it really light up.  I’ve been waiting and watching, without much success to catch the moment.  Then it occurred to me.  That brilliant flash?  Maybe it’s more of a springtime thing.  Then, the birds are on their way north to claim territory, mate, and raise babies.  They’re all fired up.  On the way south, they’re done for the year.  Their colors are more muted.  They’re taking the rest of the winter off.  That said, I did catch a couple shots of one agitated male revealing that yes, he truly is a ruby-throat.

My memory is really good.  I remember incidents from throughout my life.  Like kindergarten when I was five.  Marlena and Judy next door.  Jimmy Olson, my best friend down on the corner in Seal Beach when I was eight years old.  He had a white rat that would crawl around on his shoulders inside his T-shirt.  He had a reel to reel eight millimeter movie projector, but we weren’t any good at threading the film so the cartoons didn’t come out backwards or upside down.  My phone number.  (It only had five digits.)  Crystal clear.  But now, it’s a little harder to hold on to new stuff.  I meet somebody, learn their name, and the next day it’s gone.  I have to hear their name again.  Maybe several times.  Or I set a reminder for the next day, but when it goes off the next day, I can’t remember what it’s for.

I’ve figured out what the problem is.  I’m so good at remembering things, I’ve filled the memory bank.  That’s it, and there is a solution.  Pick out a bunch of stuff from my early childhood to forget.  Make that go away, and it will free up room in the bank for new memories.  Then I won’t lose count at two again when I’m putting three scoops of coffee beans in the grinder.

It worked just fine for a Jeep and golf cart.  It’s not quite deep enough for the Transit Van.  No problem, though.  We back the van in, the front end sticks out to the north, and we put windshield and window covers on the driver’s compartment and everything else is in the shade.

Sweet.  (I don’t need to go in and out the driver’s door.  I can get up, walk through, and go in and out the side door.)

Now, one might think that if we want to relocate the van forward or back to get in and out of the back end, or retrieve something from behind it, we might have to undo those window covers so we can see out, but no.  Fully enclosed in the driver’s compartment cocoon, we can’t see out the windshield or the side mirrors.  No problem.  We have that screen in the middle. 

Cameras on the outside.  Push the button and we get front, back, and 360 degree overhead views.

We can see exactly where we are and where we want to be.

Now the Tesla and the carport.  There’s a different issue.

We have the same all-around camera views, but that post right behind it ensures that the little car doesn’t get in the shade at all.

That post has got to go.

About 50 wingbeats per second.

And when they’re flying, a heart rate of 20 beats per second.