We look out at our deck as we eat breakfast. One of the intense pleasures is watching the menagerie (our son has named it our “zoo,”) of birds, squirrels, frogs, lizards, and hummingbirds, each with its own goal, sometimes reacting to others and other times seemingly oblivious to the world around them.
We’ve enjoyed playing a new game the last couple of weeks. We call it, “Count the Hummingbirds,” and we couldn’t be having more fun, or feeling more rich, at our bounty.
We try to hold our heads still and mentally try to count how many hummingbirds we can definitely see at one time. All summer we’ve been lucky to see one or two at a time, but LATELY, it’s as if a memo has gone out, telling others about our feeders! I find I can’t count them without smiling and laughing. The way they flit around, sometimes dive-bombing each other, sometimes flying in concert, moving so fast just delights me. The game stands as follows:
2nd runner-up – my husband – counting 5 hummingbirds at one time.
1st runner-up – me – with 6!
Winner and champion – our son – with 10!
We sit in awe, enjoying every minute of the glorious gift of being allowed to watch so much beautiful activity.