They are tiny miracles. And they have delightfully taken over my yard. The hummingbirds are back, and they are so welcome here. Three of them tussled over one feeder yesterday afternoon, even though there are four feeders in our yard. They are truly delightful to watch. They really are tiny feathered miracles with the rapid, dynamic beating of their wings during hovering and their quick fast forward flight.
I read today that hummingbirds consume more than their own weight in nectar each day, and to do so they must visit hundreds of flowers. Hummingbirds are continuously hours away from starving to death and are able to store just enough energy to survive overnight.
Enough hummingbird trivia. For me, the beauty of a hummingbird is in its unusual markings and in its elegant flight. Watching them helps me forget myself, delighting in their movement, letting go of my daily worries, enjoying the sight of their whirring wings.
When the hummingbirds come, I always think of the poetry of Sanober Khan.
may my faith always be
at the end of the day
like a hummingbird . . . returning
to its favorite flower.
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
It’s a good word about faith, reminding me to return to my faith every day, through sunshine and shadow . . . reminding me that no matter what assails me, at the end of the day, faith is still within me. It’s another miracle!