Anyway, back to the happier news. There remains this slowly recovering spray of greenery, and the hummer has found it a good spot for her nest. It is a tiny structure...
... almost impossibly neat for its miniature size, not much bigger than a junction between the twigs. Ken tells us that he has seen two tiny eggs nestled inside, but I have not dared to risk disturbing the mother bird to see for myself. I remember that when we first bought this cottage, a hummer nested right outside our dining room window--but our proximity proved too much for her, and she abandoned her eggs. We were devastated. I'd love to set up a video camera some place close by and document the progress on this new one, but I wouldn't risk it--and besides, I'm a technological oaf. Would not know how to set a camera up, much less to operate it.
And while we're at it, here's our other nestling... the human one, who was with us for our Luka Wednesday a couple of days ago.
In two days, he'll be seven months old. And a few days further on, he'll be matching my years in months! Ouch! Ah, well!
We feel blessed by both. New life is a special joy, to be celebrated at every moment. When we get down, as happens--we have one of those familiar money panics going on right now, with the stock market plunging and Europe on the precipice, threatening to drag us all into the abyss--it behooves us to remember how fortunate we are. And how meaningless is much that we worry about.