from settled in the wild
it is a rainy morning, the first week of may, good weather to plant nasturtiums. i sit on the porch steps with rubber boots on, a baseball cap, and a sticker, holding the packages of seeds i bought at the feed store in town yesterday. the rain is steady and cold, the light is steel gray, and the yard is patchy and wet. but the pictures on the packages vibrate with color. nothing looks as good as these nasturtium flowers right now: deep red, eye - jolting orange, electric yellow.
absentmindedly, i begin to recite william wordsworths \i wandered lonely as a cloud\ to myself. i have known the poem by heart ever since my father taught it to me when i was a child:
for oft, when on my couch i lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon the inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.
wordsworths inner eye saw daffodils. i say the poem and see hummingbirds. the nasturtiums are for them, and planting the flowers is my gesture of faith that they will come back to my yard once more. as i rip open the packages and push the seeds into the dirt, i know that these tiny bright - colored nectar - drinking birds, each of whom weighs only a few grams—about the weight of four or five of these seeds—have already whirred in erratic flocks across five hundred miles of open water, running the gulf of mexico in a twenty - six hour heat.
hummers do exactly what physiologists once insisted they could not do. a bird that weighs so little, they argued, cannot go from the yucatan to the mouth of the big muddy without a refueling stop. such a dot of a bird cannot carry the extra fat it needs to get across all that water. halfway, the birds should self - destruct, should burn up and fall like a cloud of cinders. but now we know that they can carry the fat they need, and they do. instead of burning up, they land in the antebellum gardens of the south, pooped, drooped, and alive. and another spring has begun.
the ruby - throat is the only species of hummingbird that always turns east. one thousand miles to surry, maine. they will be here as the nasturtiums put out their first brave leaves.
hummers are built for heat and the sweet profusion of flowers. their fall migrations draw them down into mexico and central america, but it astonishes me that a bird this small flies so far north. home for some of them is right here in this clearing, a precise measure on their internal compasses, and every spring they want it back.
i have read that rubies survive cool maine nights by falling into torpor, a
this question has two parts. answer part a, and then answer part b.
part a
which statement best expresses the authors point of view about the hummingbirds migration?
1. the migration is a surprisingly reliable sign of spring.
2. the migration is a remarkably challenging journey.
3. the migration provides an example of the wisdom of nature.
4. the migration provides strong evidence that scientists can be wrong.
part b
select two excerpts that best show the author advancing the correct point of view from part a.
1. \hummers do exactly what physiologists once insisted they could not do.\ (paragraph 4)
2. he only species of hummingbird that always turns east\ (paragraph 5)
3. hey will be here as the nasturtiums put out their first brave leaves.\ (paragraph 5)
4. \hummers are built for heat and the sweet profusion of flowers.\ (paragraph 6)
5. \it astonishes me that a bird this small flies so far north\ (paragraph 6)

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from settled in the wild
it is a rainy morning, the first week of may, good weather to plant nasturtiums. i sit on the porch steps with rubber boots on, a baseball cap, and a sticker, holding the packages of seeds i bought at the feed store in town yesterday. the rain is steady and cold, the light is steel gray, and the yard is patchy and wet. but the pictures on the packages vibrate with color. nothing looks as good as these nasturtium flowers right now: deep red, eye - jolting orange, electric yellow.
absentmindedly, i begin to recite william wordsworths \i wandered lonely as a cloud\ to myself. i have known the poem by heart ever since my father taught it to me when i was a child:
for oft, when on my couch i lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon the inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.
wordsworths inner eye saw daffodils. i say the poem and see hummingbirds. the nasturtiums are for them, and planting the flowers is my gesture of faith that they will come back to my yard once more. as i rip open the packages and push the seeds into the dirt, i know that these tiny bright - colored nectar - drinking birds, each of whom weighs only a few grams—about the weight of four or five of these seeds—have already whirred in erratic flocks across five hundred miles of open water, running the gulf of mexico in a twenty - six hour heat.
hummers do exactly what physiologists once insisted they could not do. a bird that weighs so little, they argued, cannot go from the yucatan to the mouth of the big muddy without a refueling stop. such a dot of a bird cannot carry the extra fat it needs to get across all that water. halfway, the birds should self - destruct, should burn up and fall like a cloud of cinders. but now we know that they can carry the fat they need, and they do. instead of burning up, they land in the antebellum gardens of the south, pooped, drooped, and alive. and another spring has begun.
the ruby - throat is the only species of hummingbird that always turns east. one thousand miles to surry, maine. they will be here as the nasturtiums put out their first brave leaves.
hummers are built for heat and the sweet profusion of flowers. their fall migrations draw them down into mexico and central america, but it astonishes me that a bird this small flies so far north. home for some of them is right here in this clearing, a precise measure on their internal compasses, and every spring they want it back.
i have read that rubies survive cool maine nights by falling into torpor, a
this question has two parts. answer part a, and then answer part b.
part a
which statement best expresses the authors point of view about the hummingbirds migration?
1. the migration is a surprisingly reliable sign of spring.
2. the migration is a remarkably challenging journey.
3. the migration provides an example of the wisdom of nature.
4. the migration provides strong evidence that scientists can be wrong.
part b
select two excerpts that best show the author advancing the correct point of view from part a.
1. \hummers do exactly what physiologists once insisted they could not do.\ (paragraph 4)
2. 	he only species of hummingbird that always turns east\ (paragraph 5)
3. 	hey will be here as the nasturtiums put out their first brave leaves.\ (paragraph 5)
4. \hummers are built for heat and the sweet profusion of flowers.\ (paragraph 6)
5. \it astonishes me that a bird this small flies so far north\ (paragraph 6)

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# Brief Explanations:
For Part A, the text shows the author's surprise at the hummingbirds' migration as they do what scientists once thought impossible, indicating it provides strong evidence that scientists can be wrong. For Part B, the excerpts that support this are those showing the birds defying scientific expectations and the author's astonishment at their long - distance flight.
# Answer:
Part A: 4. The migration provides strong evidence that scientists can be wrong.
Part B: 1. "Hummers do exactly what physiologists once insisted they could not do." (Paragraph 4)
5. "It astonishes me that a bird this small flies so far north" (Paragraph 6)

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