I miss my little hummingbirds. I finally took their feeder
down today, though they’ve been gone for a couple of weeks.
Their departure signals the end of summer, and that has been difficult for me to accept this year. Once again, summer has passed by much too quickly.
Their departure signals the end of summer, and that has been difficult for me to accept this year. Once again, summer has passed by much too quickly.
Do you enjoy watching these little feathered friends throughout the
summer? We have a feeder hanging by our kitchen window, and the whole family
enjoys our little summer neighbors.
Blooms of my Hosta 'Guacamole' |
When my larger hostas bloom with their bell-shaped flowers, the hummers almost disappear inside the blooms. Even the tiny coral bells offer something pleasing for their palate.
Do your hummingbirds come and say hello, or even goodbye? I
get to know the little family who shares our feeder each year, and if I am outside
near their feeder, they act somewhat surprised to see me, although they seem to
know who I am.
Raspberry Blast Petunia |
At the end of the season, one of these little flying gems
will come right up to the window, looking directly inside, usually at my office window on the
other side of the house. My little friend will hover, looking into the window,
and seems to be saying goodbye.
They do this every year, and I am always awed by their
presence. They never seem to be afraid of me. While it is bittersweet farewell,
I treasure that they know me and I fancy that they are saying thank you for the
lovely summer gardens and sweets. And too soon, they are gone.
Autumn leaves are falling, and our seasons are changing once
again. I miss my tiny friends, but I know next May I will place my feeder out
with fresh sugar water, and once again these delicate beauties will grace us
with their presence. It wouldn’t be summer without them!
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Female Ruby-throated Hummingbird |
Let me share a story of my personal encounters with hummingbirds. I’ve actually gotten to hold these tiny creatures in my hands, not once, but twice!
The first time was when we lived in Oregon, and one got trapped up by the skylight in the outdoor breezeway. It was twilight and this poor little guy was franticly trying to find a way back to the sky!
Fearful that he might harm himself attempting to escape,
I got a ladder and climbed up to carefully catch him in my hands.
I stood on the patio, incredulously holding this tiny creature in my hand; two species not normally in direct physical contact. He felt practically weightless, and I could feel his tiny heart beating so fast.
With a soft whir of his wings, he was gone. But the gift of holding that tiny life
in my hand was indescribable, and I will never forget it.
Fast forward fifteen years or so, to our home here in Wisconsin.
My husband saw that the cat had something out in the yard. When he approached,
a chipmunk freed himself and ran off. But he noticed something bright green in
the grass, and it was a hummingbird!
We don’t know how this tiny bird got to be there in this mix
of animals, lying in the grass. He rescued the tiny bird and brought him
to me. I held him for awhile, and he began to perk up.
Baby Hummingbird on a branch. So tiny! |
Once again I felt awed at the rare opportunity to commune
with this delicate species that live with us for the months of summer. I will
never forget how it felt to hold these tiny creatures, and I feel privileged
for having had the experience not once, but twice!