|Do You See Him?|
|There He Is, Watching!|
|Like a Fairy|
|Flitting in Shadows|
As he walks back, past my garden, he's watched by a tiny bird.
He's so little among us that he's easy to miss, a male black-chinned hummingbird with iridescent back feathers of army green. He's like a glittering little warrior; a fairy or wee-folk. And I watch him, watch Todd. Are we as fascinating to him as he is to me?
Early in spring when apple blossoms scented the air, we had many hummingbirds buzzing the old tree. It hummed with life, fully charged. In my excitement, I bought a hummingbird feeder. I kept it in the pasture by the pond until the grass grew so tall as to cover its plastic blossoms.
When I came home from Montana, after loosing Kate, an empty hummingbird feeder hung with dead flowers in baskets. It almost overwhelmed me, so I turned to my garden instead. I thought the hummingbirds long gone, but when I replanted flowers and filled the feeder, he showed up.
This is the same hummingbird that paused in my sprinkler that first night back and gave me a sense of peace and hope. Now I watch eagerly for him and he flits about my yard everyday.
I've actually seen him among my squash blossoms and flitting from one tiny purple potato flower to another. He loves nasturtiums and petunias. Sometimes it's just a quick movement out of the corner of my eye.
Fairies dance among us. Little but there.
Joining up today with abracabadra for Wordless Wednesday. My photos are of my own; the spirit belongs to the green-chinned hummingbird of Elmira Pond.