This morning I was awakened by bird chatter. It’s spring after all and the hatchlings are hungry and noisy at 5:30am! Such a welcome sound, much better than the blaring of the alarm or our Pomeranian barking at the side of my head, impatient for his morning walk.
Just days ago, our second and last hummer left its nest. I knew he was ready to leave – he barely fit inside the nest. Still, I shed a few tears. It was such a treat to watch the two hatchings grow as mama bird fed them 4-5 times an hour.
I first discovered the nest by accident while walking by the magnolia tree in the corner of our backyard. Movement caught my attention, right at eye level. As I peered into the tree, I saw two tiny beaks peaking over the edge of a nest. It was no bigger than a ping pong ball and nestled in a fork of the tree branch, strategically covered by a thick cluster of waxy leaves. Read More