Plants Before People
A quiet snapping is what gained Farrow's attention, and she glanced up at the Preying Orchid she had found half dead in the winter snow behind her home and nursed back to full health. It was always happy to eat now, and snapped at her whenever it felt peckish.
The sight of her orchid trying to bend itself out of shape to snap up a delightful little hummingbird, however, sent tremors of panic coursing through her veins and she set into clumsy action. She leapt towards the little table, eyes wide and full of panic now, banging her shin on the table leg in her haste. She scooped the little bird up in soft palms with a harsh word towards the orchid as though it could understand her.
"Hello little one," she said to the gorgeous hummingbird in her hands as she brought him away from imminent danger "Be mindful you don't find yourself too close to those, they bite," Farrow offered an apologetic smile. The hummingbird may have decided to sit near her plant, but the flower was hers, and she felt responsible for it. And now, looking between the green veined petals of her orchid to the vibrant, iridescent feathers of the bird in her hands she giggled, "But you are a perfect match aren't you?" Farrow let the bird hop from her hands to the table before bending to dig in a ring icebox she had hidden under the table. She pulled out a frozen earth worm, cut it into six equal pieces and offered one to each fully grown blossom.
The sight of her orchid trying to bend itself out of shape to snap up a delightful little hummingbird, however, sent tremors of panic coursing through her veins and she set into clumsy action. She leapt towards the little table, eyes wide and full of panic now, banging her shin on the table leg in her haste. She scooped the little bird up in soft palms with a harsh word towards the orchid as though it could understand her.
"Hello little one," she said to the gorgeous hummingbird in her hands as she brought him away from imminent danger "Be mindful you don't find yourself too close to those, they bite," Farrow offered an apologetic smile. The hummingbird may have decided to sit near her plant, but the flower was hers, and she felt responsible for it. And now, looking between the green veined petals of her orchid to the vibrant, iridescent feathers of the bird in her hands she giggled, "But you are a perfect match aren't you?" Farrow let the bird hop from her hands to the table before bending to dig in a ring icebox she had hidden under the table. She pulled out a frozen earth worm, cut it into six equal pieces and offered one to each fully grown blossom.
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