Our very own full nest.
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It started raining in the middle of the night, so hard it woke me up.
Rain, wind, five inches of snow in our local mountains — is this May or is it December?
I was worried about my little hummingbird and her full nest.
How would they weather the storm?
First thing this morning, I looked out the kitchen window and there she is, swaying back and forth on the hummingbird wind chimes under the eaves, safe and dry.
See the rain coming down? What a smart mom to choose a home that’s protected from the elements and allows her to survey the entire back yard.
There is no more important job than caring for her young.
Soon enough, they’ll hatch and grow and fly away, leaving her with that empty nest she worked so hard to build.
Maybe that’s what her tiny little hummingbird mind ponders as she sits there hour after hour.
And I know exactly how she feels.
Anyone participating in World Naked Gardening Day?
Well, I’m not either, that’s for sure.
I’m moving furniture, shampooing carpets, channeling Cinderella, and obsessing over the only full nest at Casa de Enchanted Seashells.
My little yummy hummy mummy is doing what most animals do naturally — be an attentive and protective mother.
In the late afternoon sunlight, I removed the screen in the dining room window and leaned all the way out to capture the iridescence.
Have you ever seen a hummingbird stay almost perfectly still for more than two minutes?
I set up the tripod and took some video of her nest sitting, blinking her little eyes, and swaying in the breeze.
There’s a bit of shake (sorry) but the tripod was in a precarious position on top of a bench in order to get the best angle.
When she first started building the nest, I waited until she flew away in order to reinforce the chimes with twine to make sure they’d support the extra weight and not fall down,
(And congrats to Princess Kate for giving birth to a royal little girl! )
Single status: Day 50
Yup, tugboat man’s been gone since March 10.
I’ve almost forgotten what he looks like, and if he didn’t make a brief satellite call once a week, I’d forget what his voice sounds like, too.
This is the transitional time for absentee spouses.
The initial missing of his constant presence is OVER, life goes on, and my own routine is firmly established.
It looks like he should be home in about two weeks or so, PROBABLY missing my birthday, but in time to go camping with son/DIL, which is my birthday present, so I don’t mind being alone on my bday if it means he’s for sure home for the celebration.
Isn’t this the craziest thing?
Do you think my little hummingbird KNOWS where she is?
Can’t stop taking pics; look at that beautiful color.
Isn’t this amazing?
Mom doesn’t mind when I walk back and forth or get up close and personal for pics, but she’s so protective of her nest when another bird flies into her personal space.An egg!! There are supposed to be two; waiting for the next one!
Hummingbird sitting on hummingbird nest on hummingbird chimes.
Could anything be more adorable?
Who needs a dumb old tugboat man when this magic is inches away?
Poor mama bird, I know how she feels…
I found a broken shell from a newly hatched baby under the ficus tree. A pair of warbling vireos make a home year after year in this birdhouse.
It’s so sad that she puts all that work into building a nest and feeding her babies and they always fly away.
They always leave mommy. *sniff*
I guess that’s the way Mother Nature intended it to be, but it still sucks.
Facebook is full of moms who can’t wait until their children turn eighteen, almost pushing them out of the nest with a packed suitcase and a sigh of relief so they can resume their “lives”, but that’s not the way I feel about it.
As much as I’m bursting with pride at the independent and successful young professor he’s become, his bedroom is still quietly waiting — just as it always was, with fresh sheets on the bed, clean clothes in the closet, and his favorite books lined up on the shelf.
In the beginning, when he first left for college (years ago), the hardest thing to deal with was the silence — the QUIET was deafening. I have no idea how one child could fill up the space with his presence, but he did.
Now, nothing makes me happier than a call telling me he’s coming home for a visit (sigh) so I can load up on the ingredients for his favorite foods.
You know how mama birds feed their young, don’t you? They regurgitate partially digested insects and worms directly into the beaks of their babes.
I’m not THAT extreme, but you know what I mean.
It’s one of my greatest joys to watch my son eat.
I admit it. I do. I sit across from him at the table and soak it all in, every single mouthful.
(Don’t feel sorry for him, he’s used to it.)
And then he leaves again, and the quiet fills our house and our hearts.
Can you guess that I’m missing my Angel Boy right now?
My tugboat man is home; he was able to take an earlier flight, yay!
I hope you all have a lovely day and special good thoughts go out to mariners and their families who are away from each other during the holidays. Been there, done that many times.
In our land of (mostly) perpetual sunshine, winter doesn’t always mean that all living things are dormant. Our loquat tree is flowering, buzzing with bees, hummingbirds, and a flock of the most beautiful little yellow finches.
You have to be quick on the shutter button to catch these guys — they flit around the tree like I run from rack to rack at a clearance sale!
I was so lucky to get close to this magnificent creature perched in our backyard eucalyptus tree.
The colors are so vibrant!
Look at those talons!
It’s like he/she is saying, “I know I’m beautiful, hurry up and get the money shot!”
Keeping a close watch on the squirrels.
A few of my favorite pics from our road trip last week:
Pretty pink flowers growing out of the mountain wall at Angel’s Landing
Beautiful bright red bird!
Looking down from the top of Angel’s Landing. Don’t climb this if you have vertigo!!
The view from the top while we ate a snack of nuts and apples.
OK, yes I did, hee hee. Sorry.
And sorry for the uninspired Poe reference.
I don’t know about other parts of the country, but we here in Carlsbad are being INUNDATED with crows.
Actually, I think they’re really ravens, but I’m not sure.
There are SO many that it’s now a topic of conversation and everyone stops to take pics when they fly back to wherever they roost in the late afternoon just before sundown.
It’s like an end-of-the-world scenario. Or a Hitchcock movie.
Yesterday, I heard an amazingly loud cacophony, ran upstairs, and took a series of photos.
Some people, like my aunt, used to call them, “miserable crows” but I like them.
I know crows/ravens/whatever they are, are highly intelligent creatures.
Plus, even though my tugboat man strongly disagrees, (‘cos what guy will ever admit he’s lost), but I KNOW that a crow/raven guided us back to our campsite at Joshua Tree National Park. One lone bird stayed with us while we were off-trail wandering through the big rocks, and finally flew only when we were safe.
Can you count the crows? Or ravens?
In all the trees as far as the eye can see, a murder of crows or a congress of ravens. Whatever. All I know for sure is that there are a shitload of birds here. A little after school learning going on. The birds are coming, the birds are coming! Who’s up for a soccer game?
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