That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the
deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking himself to sleep without
caring for tomorrow’s lodging, calmly clinging to his little twig,
and leaving God to think for him.
First thing every morning, I run to the window to see if mama hummingbird’s still incubating her eggs. As you can see, they still haven’t hatched.*
I’m awe-struck by the craftsmanship and materials she used to build this tiny home. With spider silk, downy feathers and lichen, she created a cushion for the eggs. Then she wove a tapestry of spider silk, to tie the nest to the branch.
Mama Bird is small but mighty — whenever I venture near, she zips around like a fighter jet, dive-bombing and clicking her disapproval. But as soon as I retreat with my ladder, she settles peacefully onto her nest.
Could it be that my curiousity is too distressing for her? I took a field trip to Wild Birds Unlimited. A hummingbird expert told me not to worry. “If she’s upset with you, she’ll get all up in your face and tell you so," he said, "but nothing will keep her away from her babies.” He did suggest, however, that I hold back once the hatchlings are about 8-9 days old. If I startle them, they might try to fly from the nest too soon.
I’m relieved. I don’t approach her nest every day, but I can’t seem to stay away.
*Hummingbirds incubate for 12-14 days. I discovered this nest on February 8th, so I’m guessing the eggs should hatch sometime very soon. I’ll post a picture when that happens, if Mama Bird lets me get close enough to get a good shot.