I write sitting at a desk on the second floor of our house. In front of me is a window that looks out at several large trees.
I’ve wondered why there are generally hummingbirds hovering around outside the window but just attributed it to the fact that we have three feeders and the entire area is abuzz with hummers.
Today I got a wonderful surprise. As I watched, the wind moved a branch and revealed a tiny nest overflowing with a fat baby hummingbird. For something not much bigger than a ball of cotton batting, he seems very self-satisfied. He grooms himself constantly, wriggling his little behind. He is never still, but is always angling for a more comfy position. His mother comes around pretty often with tidbits for him to eat, but he likes to give the impression he’s more or less self-sufficent. Except for when the wind tilts the nest too much and he has to scramble to hang on.
I think I’m going to call him Napoleon. He has such confidence.
On another note, I hope you’ll join Meg Cabot and I today for a chat! It will be taking place at 4:00 PTS (7:00 EST). Meg is incredibly funny and nice. It will be great fun. Here’s some info about getting registered and participating: www.megcabotbookclub.com/messageboard/viewtopic.php?t=1365
I hope to see you there!