I truly didn't think it would get that bad, but I've seen some pretty intense things.
Maybe stories aren't your thing. That's okay… I wasn't into them either.
I was more of a… keep it to yourself type of guy.
This meadow wasn't always this beautiful. There was a summer when that sun was pretty abusive. There were no flowers, the grass was just a dry golden brown. This place looked absolutely terrible. Now I came from somewhere else, that was, surprisingly, not that far from this very creak. Back then, it was just me and my little brother, Molt.
It was a time when the summer began almost over night. The flowers died off real quick and the nice, cool creaks got swallowed up by the dry, hot dirt. That late spring though, there lived a little family of hummingbirds around this tiny little berry bush just beside the banks of this river. It was a place where petunias grew and the head honcho of the bunch chose that spot for the girls to nest there.
I'm no hummer but I've lived with these guys since I was very young. Molt was by my side. I have to say that the guy was lucky, even though he couldn't even keep his own flecks from flying off.
Let me ask you something.
In case you haven't noticed, we're grasshoppers.
Since when do grasshoppers ever hang out with birds?
Clearly it wasn't a popular thing for anyone to do. So, I don't recommend getting close to just any bird, unless that's your death wish. Then fine. But that's besides the point.
The point is… these birds changed our lives. I never thought I would ever say that.