Be like a bird
That pausing in her flight
Awhile on boughs to light,
Feels them give way
Beneath her and yet sings,
Knowing that she hath wings.
Victor Marie Hugo
I’m imagining myself as that proud but admittedly obnoxious auntie who brags incessantly about her nieces and nephews, who whips out their most recent photos at every opportunity. I can’t help myself, I swear it. Our baby hummingbirds are just so adorable, and it’s been such a miracle to see them hatch and grow.
They’re so funny. Now and again, I’ll see one of them stretch, ruffle her* wings, and poke at her iridescent plumage with her very long beak. The second hummingbird, forced to the very edge of the nest by all the activity, gets a wild-eyed look that says, "Mom, she’s touching me! Tell her to move over!" Just when it seems one or the other’s about ready to topple overboard, they both get really still — almost as if to say, "Whoa, that was scary!" But not long afterward, the other one follows suit, nudging her sister with her beak or an outstretched wing. "Hey, wanna try that again?"
Doesn’t look to me like they’re planning a weekend getaway, though. I’m glad to have them around, for whatever time they choose to stay.
*Their coloring seems to suggest that they’re both female Costa’s Hummingbirds. We won’t know for sure until they reach full maturity.