Posted by: ktzefr | July 2, 2015

Hummingbird Wisdom…

Hummingbird; Photo:KFawcett

Hummingbird; Photo:KFawcett

I look up from my laptop and watch the hummingbirds come and go, come and go, all day long.  They take long sips from the red plastic feeder that is supposed to look like a giant flower but really doesn’t.  It holds more sweetness, however, than a bunch of flowers — and it takes a lot less work for the little fliers to get the nectar.

He sits on the rim of the feeder and looks up and down, side to side, scanning the surroundings for other birds, protecting his territory.

It doesn’t matter if there are two feeders or three or more.  A hummer does not like to share.  When another bird comes, he swoops down out of nowhere and chases it away.

I watch him sit on a tiny dead branch of the dogwood tree.  On guard. Perhaps the hummers know something we humans often forget: if you don’t guard the sugar water, someone else will take it.

He does not know, cannot know, that at my house the supply of sugar water is endless, that it’s okay to share, that I could feed a flock of hummers and prepare them all for the long trip across the Gulf of Mexico next fall.

If I could talk to a hummingbird, I would set his mind at ease.  In exchange, perhaps, he would tell me what it feels like to fly.




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