There is never enough time in the day. I started out behind as my alarm clock failed and I slept on, at least an hour later than my usual wake-up. Thankfully, Goldyn pawed the side of my bed to arouse me from my slumber. The sunrise already had run way ahead of me, as it spread its pink tentacles across the sky. I tried to catch up with coffee, as I completed morning chores. I focused on the positives that would get me through my day, but now with this late night blog, I realize time has won. I never got my hour back, in fact I think I lost more time in trying to get caught up. Now I'm spent, the time is spent and gone; the reserve is entirely empty, gone, deplete . . .
My eye caught a small round mound stuck upon a branch. Looking closer, I found indeed it was the start of a hummingbird nest. And yes, I now had the mother hummingbird buzzing around my head, reminding me that I was in her space. I have been able to witness at least 3 other hummingbird families come to life, and I was always mesmerized by these "tiny vulnerabilities" becoming resilient birds in only a matter of five to six weeks. The nest was right out my patio door, and I had the best view to watch them daily. I was smiling. I had a hunch that babies would be coming soon, because our hummingbird feeder had been especially sucked dry only a few weeks earlier. One day I found at least 4 hummingbirds at one time feeding, which is highly unusual because most times they come one at a time and don't seem to want to share the space. If they would share, it was two only at a the bar and of course on opposite sides. I was filling that feeder at le...
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