| Fielder’s Choice By Barry Burleson Tiny birds One Holly Springs restaurant owner said a hummingbird celebration every weekend would be nice. That’s
impossible, of course, and the businessperson knows that. The
restaurant owner was simply expressing appreciation to the good folks
at Strawberry Plains and their long list of volunteers who help make
the three-day event happen. The Hummingbird Migration Celebration just keeps getting bigger and bigger. This
year more than 8,500 attended and participated in the wide array of
activities, and the city was buzzing with tourists. They ate at our
restaurants and filled up their vehicles with gas at our stations. Money
was flowing. Tourism is big business. And Holly Springs is filled with
attractions. Another example that week – a couple from St. Louis
stopped by the newspaper office and said Graceland, Too, was the “best
$5 they’d ever spent.” Good friend Rubye Del
Harden surprised me with a telephone call Saturday afternoon of
hummingbird celebration weekend. She and her fiance´ and friends had
ridden their motorcycles from Tupelo to Strawberry Plains to see the
hummingbirds. They were then dining at a Holly Springs restaurant. I
had gone to the post office earlier that morning and saw a steady
stream of cars heading north on Highway 7 to reach Highway 311 en route
to the Audubon Center. Pam and I attended Audubon
Under the Stars, which kicked off the hummingbird celebration. We had a
great time – seeing lots of friends, including out-of-town guests, too. The fellowship was fabulous. The weather was good. The fish, prepared by Sheriff Kenny Dickerson and crew, was great. We did have to leave a bit early to pick up our two youngest children who were attending a junior high football game. Pam laughed at the early-departure adventure. That’s because our car, like most of the others, was parked in a field located a good distance through the woods. On
our way in, while still daylight, some people chose to walk a trail to
Strawberry Plains. We hitched a ride on one of the golf carts, courtesy
of center director Bubba Hubbard. I thought I’d try to the trail when we left. But as I quickly realized, it was impossible without a flashlight. Pam said, “Try your cell phone.” Not enough light. I flashed the flash on my camera a few times. Not enough light. Pam, needless to say, was getting a bit nervous about our little adventure. It
reminded me of some of those camping trips in the backwoods of Marion
County, Ala., particularly that time I thought for sure I heard a
mountain lion. Instead, this time around, I
went in search of Bubba, and he was nice enough to give us a ride back
to our cars – before the rest of the crowd departed. This
hummingbird celebration is nothing short of amazing – thousands of
people turning out to experience nature and get a close-up view of
these tiny birds, with wingbeats up to about 70 per second and heart
rates of about 1,260 beats per minute. But then when I think about it, folks don’t experience nature much anymore, like those camping trips I enjoyed growing up. Strawberry
Plains Audubon Center is one of Mississippi’s finest natural and
historic treasures – with more than 200 species of birds, extensive
gardens of native plants, and the antebellum Davis House. The center
encompasses 2,500 acres of diverse wildlife habitat and has 15 miles of
walking trails for exploring our forests, fields and wetlands. Ruth
Finley, one of two sisters who willed the property to the National
Audubon Society, desired Strawberry Plains “to be a wildlife sanctuary
in the truest sense of the word.” I think she would be pleased – what a tremendous asset this is for our city and county and state.
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