For quite some time my husband has been urging me to resume feeding the hummingbirds that once filled our yard with joyful activity. Memories of those days flooded back-the little feathered creatures flitting from feeder to feeder. However, I resisted, knowing my track record with maintaining their feeding station was spotty at best. In the past, I frequently forgot to clean the feeders or change out the sugar water every three days, which can be detrimental to the delicate birds. So, I chose to give up on the endeavor altogether, convinced it was for the best.
But recently, something changed in my mind. As I lounged on the deck I noticed a solitary hummingbird flitting around the flowers, seeming to search for sustenance. The moment took an enchanting turn when this little bird ventured closer, hovering just two inches from my head. It held its position, eyes fixed on me, as if trying to communicate something profound. That brief moment felt almost magical, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a sign - a gentle nudge urging me to bring the feeders back to life.
Motivated by this unexpected connection, I hurried inside to whip up some sugar water. With eager anticipation, I placed two feeders, one on the deck and another in the garden, strategically positioned to invite the beautiful birds back. To my amazement, it wasn't long before a flurry of activity erupted. Almost immediately half a dozen hummingbirds appeared, darting around in a lively dance that I had never witnessed before in such numbers. Capturing their fleeting beauty on camera proved to be quite a challenge; their speedy movements often resulted in a blurry images. Yet, after several attempts, I succeeded in snapping a couple of shots, preserving a glimpse of the vibrant chaos. The experience transformed my outdoor space, rejuvenating not just the environment but also my spirit, reminding me of the joys that come from reconnecting with nature.
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