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Hummingbirds

July 28, 2009

They flock to the feeders next door, where my mother tends to them like they’re her children (When she goes away, she enlists someone to water her plants and make syrup for her hummingbirds.) Her porches stay abuzz with them during our warm months. They hover around the glass bottles in hoards – 15, 20, 30 at a time – then disappear for a few minutes before returning. Last summer, the loud, low murmur of their crowd lulled Jack to sleep nearly every weekday afternoon. Now he points at them as they zip around. They are a total mystery to me. I love them.

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  1. August 27, 2009 12:44 am

    Your blog is such a find.. and I’d lost it, but saw the link at Mylestones.
    Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

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