There are some days when you just want to give up on the
political rat race; administration skylarks; conservatives
turning liberal; high crimes and misdemeanors in the White House,
ad infinitum. There comes a time when the front porch needs to
be visited – perhaps until the end of the week when all the
politicians go home. Turn off the tv; let the answering machine
do its job. I do that a lot. Sometimes it might even give us a
chance to think through what’s really bugging us, and is there
any solution. It could also be good for the blood pressure.
After some work in my yard recently, I sat in my rocker on the
front porch to rest a bit and was shortly visited by a “regular.”
She swooped in about three feet from where I sat and proceeded to
add a tiny little wisp of dandelion fuzz to her little nest
taking shape in the small bush by the porch. A delightful
humming bird who seemed to recognize me and had no qualms about
building her nest right beside my sidewalk at eye-level.
Watching her tuck the tiny addition to her nest was interesting.
It had to be just right and she worked at it several seconds
before heading off for more. As the nest grew, it was becoming
deeper and more luxurious with the softest material she could
find: tiny bits of fuzz; a tiny piece of thread; some things so
small it appeared that she was poking nothing into it. As she
tucked and turned in the nest to make it “just right,” her little
feet seemed to be working the bottom of the nest furiously to
iron out any irregularities, no matter how trifle. When this
nest is finished she will not lay eggs until it is perfect, and
then she will deposit two tiny Tic-Tacs to eventually add to the
pleasure I have of these colorful friends.
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