Hummers
I sat mesmerized last night. A storm blowing in, the breeze tickling my face. A rare moment with no one around and I could slow down long enough to focus on the beauty around me. A high-pitched chirp, then a buzz past my ear...a tiny hummingbird. I call them my humbabies. Four of them did what appeared to be a well choreographed dance around the feeder, pausing long enough to take a quick drink. They darted into the trees. The process repeated itself again and again. This time of year my humbabies are extremely active. I can't keep a feeder full of food. Their tiny bodies tank up on the sweet nectar to help them fuel their nonstop, 18-22 hour journey across the Gulf. Their main diet is insects, and nectar is the fuel that gives them energy to do their work. These little creatures buzzed and swirled about, and in my mind all I could think about were how they, weighing less than one ounce, could cross a great big oce...