HB! And Zooey!

We have had the fortune to have had a little hummingbird deliver some magic into our days over at work these last three weeks. A little mama hummingbird built her tiny, tiny nest in one of the trees on my boss’ deck. One of the artificial trees, mind you (“So real, even birds can’t tell the difference!”). It’s a faerie-size nest! And it was completely eye-level for humans, so we had total visual access. Amazing that she trusted us not to touch her babies, that she built it so low on the tree...Thanks for the unwitting gift, Little Mama Lady Hummingbird!

Then there were two eggs, about the size of jellybeans. One of them hatched! A naked and bulbous baby hummingbird! We waited for the other to hatch, but after a few days we realized it was a dud. Then I went away to Sara’s for the week, and when I came back, there was a little birdling in the nest, much bigger, sprouting them feathers! It was at this point that Leah named him HB (Humming Bird, y’all). Having acquired a new high-power network card on my sojourn, I began snapping away. Click on them for bigger views.

Brand new HB















Very feathered, lifting his head















Aw, he can sit up now!

















Leah giving him bunny ears...

















Leaving the nest for the first time!
















About to fly the coop

















For size comparison...















The other day, he left the nest for good. Graduated to Adult (although we read that his mommy will still feed him for the next couple of weeks). We did get to see him flitting around the (real) trees nearby, and see Mama feed him re-gurgitated nectar. We will so miss checking on him every day to see his progress.

We loves ya, HB!

And now, we get to content ourselves with the new dog, Zooey.














I dare you not to fall in love with him. I DARE you.

He’s the happiest, sweetest, most enthusiastic sentient creature I’ve known. Zooey is the “Deliverer of Fun”, as he’s been dubbed. He runs ahead and announces who is coming into the room with fervent barking. Then he’ll stand up and put his paws on your forearms, giving you a hug—and he’ll just hang out there while you pet him in small circles with your hands. He loves to lick your face. He smiles all the time. He’s satisfied with what is. Zooey is enlightened. Zooey is Zen doggie extraordinaire. He’s not interested in being top dog. He’s live-and-let-live. He takes his pleasures where they come (eating, going on walks, being adored), and is happy with that. Who among us couldn’t use a little of that kind of simplicity in our overcrowded brains? I know I can. What a fantastic example and reminder of how I honestly wish to be, in my thinking! No worries, indeed! I’ve been saying that for a year and a half now, and it’s really beginning to become a way of life. And I get to see him every day, during the week, to drive the point home. Lucky, lucky me...

Animals. Are incredible.

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Anonymous said…
Somebody needs to call the folks at Oxford English about having the word sybilesque added to the language.

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