My heart was heavy when I positioned the stepladder beside the fuchsia plant in which Walela had built her nest. Why had one of the hatchlings died, I fretted, and why hadn’t the mama hummingbird removed it from the nest?
Her nest was steeped in shadow, so I decided I’d wait to take pictures until later in the day. One last look, I told myself when I reached the front door. But when I glanced over my shoulder, I did a double-take.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’ll check again later, I told myself. Wait and observe, as my friend Amy suggested. My knees were shaking when I climbed the ladder again a while later. Here, ensconced in a walnut-sized nest, the very essence of hope.
My hands trembled when I pressed the shutter. Could it be?
You tell me. 🙂
Keeping my fingers crossed, Melodye! xo
Crossing & intertwining my fingers with yours! It’s hard to remain objective, isn’t it? I want SO MUCH for these babies to survive & thrive.. xoxo
So very happy to see signs of life!
Meeee, toooo! I was still trembling with excitement (and no small measure of gratitude) a long while later.
Karen Gorley Reinhart
…and amen! 🙂
Oh wow! Keeping fingers crossed, too!
They seem to be healthy now, very active and growing bigger every day!
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