Plants Before People
"Oh, you poor thing," Farrow frowned deeply as the little bird cried out, ushering him into her hand. "Getting in all sorts of trouble today, hm?" Farrow used her free hand to move her forgotten tea mix aside and throw an old work apron over the hard wooden surface onto which she deposited her charge. She smiled at him before turning around, peering at the shelf on the wall stuffed to bursting with more herbal tins.
"I think I have come calendula oil somwhere," she murmured to herself as she fingered deftly through the mess. She was hoping she could soon find or build a larger home where she could organize her stock better, but needs must and she could make do.
Indeed, Farrow discovered a small dropper filled halfway with a light honey colored oil. "Perfect!" she cried happily, snatching the dropper up and turning to sit in front of her patient who had, somehow, mussed her apron to make a cozy little nest for himself. She grinned at the smart little thing, impressed by his bravery, hummingbirds were known to be quite flighty after all.
"May I?" Farrow asked with a small gesture to the oil.
"I think I have come calendula oil somwhere," she murmured to herself as she fingered deftly through the mess. She was hoping she could soon find or build a larger home where she could organize her stock better, but needs must and she could make do.
Indeed, Farrow discovered a small dropper filled halfway with a light honey colored oil. "Perfect!" she cried happily, snatching the dropper up and turning to sit in front of her patient who had, somehow, mussed her apron to make a cozy little nest for himself. She grinned at the smart little thing, impressed by his bravery, hummingbirds were known to be quite flighty after all.
"May I?" Farrow asked with a small gesture to the oil.
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