It’s been a week or so since I last saw a hummingbird in my garden. Perhaps I haven’t been out at the right time or maybe Ms. Hummer isn’t around at the moment. She’s probably a nesting female, busily tending her little ones somewhere nearby.
When I last observed, there were two hummers: two females, pursuing one another from Turk’s cap blossoms to Mexican orchid tree blooms, with a quick turn about the sunflowers. Continuing the chase, they zoomed off, heading away from my garden. Now, I’m waiting to see either one, or both, again.
Not long ago, I bumbled out the door while Ms Hummer was slurping at the salmon blooms of the Red yucca, Hesperaloe parviflora. She darted up and settled onto the Desert willow, Chilopsis linearis, whose foliage is lacy over the front garden.
She rested, alert but relaxed, waiting for me to exit the area. I snapped some shots while she posed prettily. She eventually grew tired of my presence and sped to another place, presumably where no one was taking her photo.
This begins the time of year when the hummingbirds are most active in my garden. No doubt, I’ll see the females again, but I’ll also begin seeing the males, especially in August and September, as they prepare for their journey south.
To garden with wildlife is all about waiting: waiting for the right moment to feed, to forage, to observe, to photograph.
I’m pleased to join again with Anna and her Wednesday Vignette. Check out her blog, Flutter and Hum, for musings of various sorts.