Hummingbird King of the Crop

A white-shell egg, the size of tiny pea
lay warm beneath a feathered tummy fluff
in nest of hair and twine on limb of tree
that swayed when April’s wind blew gentle puff.

The hut was small as walnut shell–just right

English: A Female Vervain Hummingbird sitting ...
to house the hummingbird in early spring.
When mama bird was left both day and night,
on little nest, she taught her babe to sing.
And now, the young bird’s grown and seems content
to wing above the trees and creeks and rocks.
Although he wonders where his papa went,
he thrives on nectar from pink four o’clocks.
He never frets but sings his song in trills
that echo like a love song from the hills.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

24 comments on “Hummingbird King of the Crop

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  3. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    I have never seen a hummingbird land anywhere only the constent flutter of their wings and watcing them at the flowers. Such busy little birds


  4. I have a friend who has feeders for hummingbirds and I’ve seen as many as seven at one time.


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  6. I Wilkerson says:

    This is delightful! Never thought of hummingbirds actually nesting (I know, duh)


  7. One of my favorite…we do get a few here in my neck of the woods…and they will always fascinate me with their quickness…and beauty!


  8. Alice says:

    Hummingbirds are always magical to me–perhaps because I rarely see them in my neck o’ the woods. But they are so tiny and jewel-like. And the eggs–I cannot fathom anything coming from something so small. You have captured it all so beautifully.


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