Stumbling around this morning without my contacts in, I saw the most beautiful humming bird on my window.  It seemed like an odd place for a humming bird to hang, but I ran for the camera with hopes of capturing its image.

I'm always trying to find reasons to like Mankato, the town where we simply sleep since our life is in the metro.  I figured this humming bird was a sign of good luck and that I should ease up about the tortures of living in a town where you don't feel at home.

I found my camera and snuck out the front door.  I didn't want to startle the bird.  Creeping through plants and wood chips, I closed in on it without it seeing me.  As I was about to raise the camera to my face, I realized that my beautiful metaphoric humming bird was indeed something nasty and from another continent I'm sure.

I took it's picture anyway and promptly went upstairs for my contacts. So starts another Monday.