To Catch a Hummingbird

Leaming’s Run. It is the mecca for hummingbirds.

We meandered through the mile-long paths and color-themed gardens . . . and . . . just Waited.

Each garden has a bench on which you can sit and enjoy the mini panoramas. Janet and I were enjoying the quiet while dragonflies of numerous fluorescence alighted on just about whatever they chose to! And as we Waited, we delighted in the fragile, fluttering wings of the butterflies–infatuated they are in their nectar choices.

And while we were Waiting on the bridge, enjoying the colorful reflections, Janet spied the rotund, bulging eyes of a toad camouflaged in green.

All of the sudden, everything stops: the butterflies duck their antennae, the dragonflies stand sentry on the tips of leaves, even the children on their 1.5k race through the paths halt in their tracks. I look at Janet, she is smiling, wide-eyed, sparkle-eyed. She hears it too:

thrum, whift, whir, hum, swoosh

thrum, whift, whir, hum, swoosh

thrum, whift, whir, hum, swoosh

And just as instantaneously as the Squadron appeared, they zipped off into the trees. So glad we Waited.

Β© Teresita Abad Doebley. All rights reserved 2009-2011.

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