While I was futzing around with the nest and the tape, Mummy Hummer came to fly around for a brief visit. At least I assume it was her.
Perhaps it's not the most artful job, but it's pretty secure, although perhaps not as strong as her work.
I was hoping Mummy Hummer would return to her nest. But there's been no sign of her. It's been several days now. I had a spasm of grief in the beginning. I was so sad the Mummy's project had been derailed! But that's nature fer ya! I have homeowner's insurance and medical insurance, but Mummy Hummer had nothing! It was the luck of the draw. Nature red in tooth and claw -- although I saw no evidence of actual violence against Mummy or her progeny -- although maybe there WAS violence, considering those tiny scraps of eggshell. If so, I'm glad I didn't witness it.
I'm going to wait another day or so, and if Mummy doesn't return, I'll take the tiny nest down and keep it with my other treasures, for its own beauty and to remind me of this whole precious experience with a wild being.
The painting of a hummingbird that began the blog is from the WeMoon Calendar that I get every year. On the page facing the hummingbird is this poem by Emily Kedar, which I find beautiful and comforting:
NECTAR we are unprotected here in this mottled world where darkness veins the light and everything we love is on its way to becoming everything we lose,
ceaseless metamorphosis turns inside us and around us until we're dizzy with the frenzy of this being here, embodied.
Meanwhile, outside the hummingbird skims the air with her piston of desire Her clear want for nectar breaks my doubtful heart open
I remember something from when I was still just light When I was looking into this world from the one outside of it, looking down, listening,
I remember hearing laughter and wanting that new nectar, yes, even with so much being ripped from us, yes, even with all the pain of endings
I remember: the world is what I wanted.
All for now, Bloggellinis. Terry
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