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 her 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. She is free and safe and well-fed.
I saw Bano up on a higher branch at first, then she flew into the bushes where I could not see her. 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 baby. She landed on the wood chips about a foot and a half from my feet and then with mama’s “encouraging word,” she was off. Was she trying to have a visit with Foster Mum. That’s what I’m thinking.
When I came back out an hour later or so, she cheeped; and there she was on a low branch, just sitting and looking. I talked to her, telling her how empty the bathroom is now that she is gone, but also telling her we are so glad she is free. She will learn to do everything hummers do, but she is certainly free to stick around and chat any time she wants. It was a tender conversation, but I did get the distinct feeling she wished I had brought a snack.
Food became more of an issue, and she 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 her freedom and the care from her mama, even more so. She is free, and perhaps if they continue to stick around the feeder, we will all be free together. But do beware of cats!