Today as I sat outside reading, two hummingbirds were courting in my yard. Their songs and hoarse calls to each other filled the air, accompanied by the drone of their wings. The little female settled on a branch nearby, resting, sipping nectar from a few leftover flowers. The male hovered overhead, singing, trying to entice her into flight once more, but she seemed to enjoy a moment of stillness. I watched her for a few moments, taking note of all her quick, nervous little movements, the way she kept an eye on the male above.
After a moment, I lowered my eyes to my book once more, temporarily transported back into another land. It wasn't long however before a strange, soft cracking sound pulled my attention away again. The little female still sat her branch, but the male was nowhere in sight. I scanned up to the bright sky, but no sign of him was there. Suddenly the soft crack sounded again, and I saw a flash of bright scarlet and emerald. The male had circled far overhead, then dove like an arrow passed the female, and as he pulled up his flight, his feathers made that popping sound, so quick and deft was his movement.
The female was unimpressed. For several minutes the male did the same thing, over and over, flying passed her in a whir, trying to stir her from indifference. It was then a second male noticed the excitement and before too long, the little female had been scared off by her two suitors. One of them sat briefly on her spot and sang brightly, trying to draw her back, but she was gone, no longer interested in the little bush.
Is there a moral to this story? Nope, none except what you choose to take away from it. I just wanted to share this with all of you to remind you that sitting still in the garden can give you as much experience and pleasure as a favorite book.
Also, I just posted chapter twenty-eight. You should go read it. That is all! Love and Light to all.