I was sitting with camera out on my plant ledge by the front bird feeder, hoping to catch sight of Bano, the hummingbird that we rescued. I had seen him the day before along with mama. She is definitely on the scene and still caring for our wee one, so it is the best of outcomes. He is free and safe and well-fed.
I saw him up on a higher branch at first, then he flew into the bushes where I could not see him. All of a sudden, there was this whirring motion of two birds spiraling downward in a synchronized falling, but not. It was baby bird and mama, and so it was more corralling than falling, mama trying to control her boy. He landed on the wood chips about a foot and a half from my feet and then with mama’s “encouraging word,” he was off. Was he trying to have a visit with Foster Mum. That’s what I’m thinking.
When I came back out an hour later or so, he cheeped; and there he was on a low branch, just sitting and looking. I talked to him, telling him how empty the bathroom is now that he is gone, but also telling him we are so glad he is free. He will learn to do everything hummers do, but he is certainly free to stick around and chat any time he wants. It was a tender conversation, but I did get the distinct feeling he wished I had brought a snack.
Food became more of an issue, and he called out for feathered mama. She was close by, talking to me and occasionally giving me a not-so-friendly piece of her bird brain. I stood fixed, camera at the ready, arms burning, back aching, but determined to catch the supper hour. Which I did. Helping little bird survive was a happy pill, but witnessing his freedom and the care from his mama, even more so. He is free, and perhaps if they continue to stick around the feeder, we will all be free together. But do beware of cats!