Hummingbirds –
September 3, 2022
Cape Fear Voices, Sept. 2022
Part 1 of 3 Hummingbirds
Nancy Bryans, Brunswick Forest
The day typified any sunny, warm afternoon in my former Arizona yard, until it didn’t.
All of a sudden, a flutter of hummingbird wings alerted me to something unusual, and
mystifying.
My daily routine included filling two hummingbird feeders, front and back, with fresh
sugar-water “nectar.” At first, a feeder was placed near my front door opposite an ornamental
tree where a female Costa’s hummingbird began to rest in the morning sun. The feeder attracted
other hummingbirds who seemed to fight with each other. A second feeder was placed in a tree
near my back patio, but the hummers flew back and forth over my house, each defending against
the other sipping from “its” feeder.
One morning as I placed a freshly prepared feeder near my front door, a hummingbird
spectacle caught my attention. The acrobatic flight patterns of two courting Costa’s, dancing
against the bright blue sky, presented a glorious and stunning display. The male flew forward,
backward, upside down, and dived to impress the hovering female. By the next morning, the
female was constructing a nest in my ornamental tree. She collected her building materials, held
together with a tangle of fresh spider webs, which allowed the thimble-shaped nest to expand
after her eggs hatched and her offspring grew before fledging at three weeks.
Observing her build her nest showed the methodical process as she tucked each piece together, then pushed the material in place with her beak and feet. The final luxury involved the collection of down to line the nest, a soft place to lay her two white eggs the size of coffee beans. Hummers are born naked and blind, and the down-lined nest protects them from the elements while their mother flies away in search of insects, collects them, then regurgitates into the mouths of her babies. Hummers are born without their iconic long beaks which develop as they grow feathers.
The two-week countdown began, watching and waiting for the eggs to hatch, hoping a
predator did not grab them for a snack. One bird broke its shell, and the next day the second bird
popped out. The only time the babies were left unattended occurred after the sun warmed their
nest and the two babies snuggled together. Feeding times increased as the days progressed.
Fledging occurred one morning when the sibling hummers perched together on the small metal
rim of my front patio chair. The boy hummer spread his wings, and the younger girl tried to
imitate but teetered instead. After several failed attempts, they both flew to the feeder, taking
turns sipping nectar. Then they were off somewhere, returning for sips of nectar as they matured,
before blending in with the other hummers around the neighborhood.
Then it happened! A flurry of feathers, darting and diving hummers, seemingly attacking
a hummer in my palm tree. Fascinated, I observed them until I realized the reason for the
hummers’ odd behavior. I grabbed a gardening glove and walked slowly toward the hummers,
still flying in a frenzy. A hummer’s wings were caught between palm fronds and the other
hummers were trying to free it, not kill it. I carefully disengaged the struggling hummer, held it
in my glove for a few seconds and laid it on the ground. Curious, the other hummers dived on it
and I thought the hummer was dead, but it opened its eyes, fluffed its feathers, and flew into the
afternoon sun. Satisfied, the other hummers abandoned me, all except Junior, the little boy
hummer, who had selected my yard as his year-round territory.
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Photo credit: Photo by Joseph Vogel