Hummingbird in the Nest

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Checking on the hummingbird who’s nest in our sycamore tree is right above the doghouse, which has never been used, but that is another story.

Anyway, it chose the perfect spot— a branch so thin yet up so high that the our cat and the neighborhood cats cannot reach it. Except for one thing: when the hummingbird leaves its nest towards the backyard, it drops to catch the air and fly away, and if it takes off that way above the doghouse with our cat sitting on top of it, then the little hummingbird could be caught in the paws of our voracious killer cat.

The doghouse has been there for over twenty years— right in that spot beside the sycamore tree and the little path the grandkids would once run around in circles around the Oregon grape and lilac bushes in a row forming a boundary between our backyard and the side yard.

Our dog never used it. She was too spoiled— we just could not leave her tied up— we were either walking her or she was inside with us, being a a good and lazy, quiet Rezmut that she was. Oh— a Rezmut is a reservation mutt.

So, back to the hummingbird…. With this cat [we’ve had many over the years], we knew she could catch the little bird, so, we moved the doghouse to protect our little hummingbird who, of all the trees in our town, chose ours to nest in. It’s the least we could do.

And she watched us move it, and the cat watched us move it, flicking her tail at the loss of her chance to catch that moving, flying bird. And still, the little hummingbird in the nest watches for the cats and for us, always alert to protect the egg in her nest.

And so, a poem.

Poetry

Hummingbird in the Nest

So tiny, hummingbird in the nest:
Always on alert
Always watching
Alert to protect the nest.

Sheri Edwards
06.01.23 153.365.23
Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]

Hummingbird watches all people and creatures, especially cats, who wander beneath her delicate perch and nest.

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