Everything is very green today and the sun is shining. It would have been a great day to be outdoors, but the harvest has been abundant and needs to be preserved. So I spent the day canning tomatoes, cooking and mashing pumpkin for pies and making applesauce. The shelves are getting full. As I went to the garage to get more bottles, I saw two hummingbirds at the high window trying to get out. A goldfinch had been trapped in the garage since last night, but we had been unsuccessful in catching him. I put food and water on the ledge, hoping that he would survive. Now it was a whole community of birds, flinging themselves against the windows. I had to do something. I climbed the ladder and reached for one of the hummingbirds. It flew into a corner and I gently put one hand over it. It fluttered a little. Then, cupping my hands together around it, I inched down the ladder, hanging on with my elbow. It was like a feather in my palm. It made a couple of little cheeps, but stayed very still. Once outside, I opened my hands and it flew away. The second hummingbird was just as easy to catch. It cheeped a few times, but when I opened my hands to let it go, it stayed there, looking around. While I worried that I had injured it, I couldn’t help but admire its tiny beauty. Its eyes were dark and bright. Its feathers perfect with iridescence shining throughout. Its miniscule feet were tucked underneath its body. I held it up higher and suddenly it flew away. It was so light I couldn’t even feel it leave. The goldfinch was another story. It flew from window to window and finally on one low excursion, it saw the light from outside and flew away. We quickly closed the garage doors so as not to tempt any more visitors.

What a thrill it was to hold such a tiny, perfect life in my hands. The encounter left me with a feeling of awe at the magnificence of God’s creation.

About dmdubay

Since retiring from Northwest Airlines and moving to the Pacific Northwest, I have more time to devote to writing. My first novel, "Tales of Two Sisters" was published over a year ago. I have been writing poetry for a long time and am attempting to collate my poetry into a short book, with pictures. A sequel to "Tales of Two Sisters" should be getting closer to completion soon. Gardening and tending the vineyard take a lot of time in the summer. Even though I love the outdoors, these activities do cut down on my writing. So I appreciate that wintertime allows me time to write. Writing, for me, is what brings things into focus and helps me to make sense of the things that life brings. It is a gift to me and I hope that it will be to you also.
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3 Responses to hummingbirds

  1. A. Nevaldine says:

    What a sweet piece about the hummers, Darlene. You received a great gift. I’m enjoying reading your posts daily. Thanks for writing. And I’m jealous of the productivity of your garden and of your preservation efforts. You have food security.



  2. Mary Ann Schradi says:

    Love your posts!


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