Dashed Magic

Jul 1, 2009 at 1:20 AM
An hour ago, I was visited by two hovering hummingbirds.

A few inches from my face, they hovered and tipped their heads to the side in choreographed unison. Like UFOs or synchronized swimmers.

Together they'd have fit into my cupped palm. Their little hearts beat so fast as to make you primaly certain there is a threat around, it raises the pulse and quickens the breath just to watch them.

Pale brown, with glinting sunburned gold in the wings and a scarlet bowtie splashed across their chests. They ducked and swooped up to my face.

As they visited with my eyelashes, I shushed the person I was on the phone with. I was enthralled. Oh, sweet precious communion with nature!

And then I realized. The hummingbird feeder is empty. They just came over to tell me to get off the dang phone and go fill it back up with their precious crack nectar.


  1. LOL! You're lucky that's all they did. You get them hummingbirds mad and they will fly in at light speed and jab them little beaks in your eye and suck out the juice.

  2. Kat Says:

    Smart little birdies.
    That warped guy is right, I've heard about gangs of eye-juice sucking birds.