Empty Nest

Good morning friends.

The winds have been blowing continually, and late yesterday evening the baby fledglings flew the coop in a flurry of pink blossoms. One flew off into the world and never looked back, the other not quite ready for flight, perched on a branch and clung on for dear life in the whirling wind close to the nest. Mama hummer came back and darted around the nest in search for her young. It didn’t take long for her to find the wee one and she immediately fed it and stayed close all night going back and forth finding nectar and feeding it.

Before the sun came up I went to check on the bird and it was there. After a bike ride and coffee at Ernest the bird flew away in my absence. I never thought I’d feel the empty nest blues again but I do, this time not for my son but for two tiny hummingbirds that brought Bill and I such joy and wonder.