Yesterday we spent a little bit of our time starting to get things that were no longer needed back into the cars. Our rental was up at 10 am, so we knew that it would be a busy morning. Jon and I got up early so that we could get a jump on the things that were left. Our work paid off and our morning was not as chaotic as it could have been. We met Greg and Sonja for breakfast in town and "hit the road" to quote Ava, after that.
One of the most interesting moments for me happened on the way to breakfast when Westli started belly giggling hysterically. I have no idea what started it, but he laughed nearly all the way from the cottage to the restaurant. I thought he was rather well behaved throughout breakfast as well. Going to restaurants is usually an anxiety ridden time when we have to bring Wes given that his behavior is so unpredictable. This of course doesn't stop us from trying, but we have eaten, or had food boxed up rather quickly during failed attempts at dinning out. During this vacation, we ate out three times, and I have to say he was very good all three times.
During the trip home he fussed a little, but was fairly passive for the most part. He was watching Bugs Life, which I thought might have scared him and caused the fussing, but i decided later that this was not the cause. Ava, like the good little bean she can be, fell asleep and snoozed through the better part of it. Taylor and Liv traveled with Jon, so I don't know how they did. I did not hear any complaints from any of them though.
The picture on this post deserves a mention. The cottage had these two hummingbird feeders. One of my first encounters when we got there was this large pitcher in the fridge labeled "hummingbird food". Since we brought food for seven days for seven people, it quickly became demoted and landed a cool new home on the windowsill, but it was sort of surprising to me that someone would go through so much trouble to keep such a large container of bird food in their fridge. It didn't take long to appreciate why though. The hummingbirds would fly over and drink from the feeders often and with aggression. They had quite a distinctive sound, and looked more like a large insect to me than a small bird. (Obviously, the hummingbird was another new experience for me...)
They were so present, that Jon and I spoke about how we should get a photo of them at some point during the trip. This chatter went on straight through Wednesday without any real commitment. Wednesday evening, Jon finally set up the tripod and really "tried" to get a photo. Every time the birds would swoop down, he would be on the other side of the deck. So he would leap up and race over to the camera, only to find that the birds were long gone. Thursday morning he set up the camera again determined to get the picture. He sat for a long time right next to the camera, but no birds. Then he started moving about and the same story... every time the birds were around, he was not close to the camera. Late in the afternoon, as it happened, his brother was standing next to the camera when the bird flew in. Having never operated our fancy professional cameras, he went ahead and hit the trigger anyway (as Jon was no where to be found). And, he got it. A couple of decent shots actually... I guess it is important to note that Jon did eventually get a few shots of the hummingbird, but by that time it had gotten so dark that all the shots were pixilated and most were also blurry :( It sort of became the butt of many jokes, Jon and the hummingbirds.
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