They say it’s good luck when a hummingbird decides to build a nest outside your home. If that’s the case, then we have been tapped with good fortune for a mother humming bird decided to lay her peanut m&m-sized eggs right outside my partner’s bathroom window. Seeing those tiny droppings turn into the two birds you see above will make you think twice about there not being any goodness in the world.
We became attached to the mama bird. We named her Paquita. I wanted to make up a torrid story about how her friends made fun of her name and how poor choices in a mate led her to a deadbeat baby’s daddy who left her to care for your young on her own, but I’m not gonna go there. I can’t paint a twisted story line when the portraits here are so damn beautiful. Paquita is just a pretty bird. She’s doing the best that she can with what she’s got. Period.
Then there was one …
And then there were none …
Seriously, how do they know when it’s time to go? Where DO they go? How do they know what to eat? And most importantly, where do they sleep? Paquita came back to check on her babies. She found an empty nest. They were gone. Did she have any emotional attachment to her babies? Did she think they were dead? I suppose I can look it up, but I’m too damn lazy. I get so confused sometimes.
“Life is a mystery. Everyone must stand alone … ”