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
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
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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
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They land on our feeders. Once I saw one caught in a spiderweb and finally get out, but my camera battery was down and I didn’t get a picture to prove it. Lol
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I have a friend who has feeders for hummingbirds and I’ve seen as many as seven at one time.
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Wow! That would be nice to see! I’ve heard of flocks like that , but we usually have one bossy one who runs the others off! 🙂
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Lovely!
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How are you, Catherine?
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Feeling much better, thanks Freeda!
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I’m glad.
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This is delightful! Never thought of hummingbirds actually nesting (I know, duh)
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I’d love to find a hummingbird’s nest.
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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!
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We put up feeders for them but often they fight over their food. Still fun to watch. One fond remembrance I have of a childhood memory is watching a hummingbird feed on the white honeysuckle in our yard on Banner Mountain.
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we have Rose of Sharon growing near my kitchen window…and can watch from there…as they flit around…I imagine your Banner Mountain was (is) quite beautiful!
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Yes, Banner Mountain was beautiful in a natural, peaceful way, and still is in many ways for those who still live there. Only structure left of the home place is the storm cellar, where a little frog named, Mr. Bug Eyes lived , when I was a kid. He became a main character in my first published children’s book, “Little Bug Eyes, the little frog who did.”
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So…you moved from that area??? I would have probably wanted to remain close…
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After my husband’s Air Force retirement, we moved within a few miles of Banner. So we visit the old home place often. The property still belongs to the family but the dwellings are all gone. Daffodils still bloom there. Thanks for asking.
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you seem so content…and I believe that comes from our roots…
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🙂
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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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Thank you, Alice. They are a rare treasure. Very difficult to get a good photo of one, so I was glad to find this picture at Zemanta.
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