The remaining hummingbird (Tama? Itzel?) doesn’t seem too anxious to fly the coop. Orange blossoms are hanging heavy over her nest, so whenever she gets hungry, she stretches out her long beak and feasts on nectar from the open flowers. And of course, her mama still buzzes by to feed her insects and other goodies. This is the hummingbird equivalent of the Queen of Sheba, eating peeled grapes proffered by palm-frond-waving servants.
Dave (from Wild Birds Unlimited) said our hummingbird hatchling should be looking for her own dining room table by now. But with food in such abundance, it seems she’s got no incentive to venture out on her own.
I certainly have no problem with her staying as long as she likes. But maybe it’s time for a little tough love, Mama?