It's been there since last spring.
I've probably walked by it at least 52 times.
Not once did I see the busy work of tiny beaks
constructing such a small feat of engineering...
Or peeked inside to gaze down at the tic-tac sized eggs...
Never heard a peep from baby hummingbirds.
Cuddled in this perfect cup of moss and lichen.
And then one morning last week,
the light just right, I glanced up at the exact spot to see it.
Just a little bump on a branch.
The supporting twig so brittle that it snapped off with no effort at all.
To think that the next day, the wind was so fierce that when I
walked by the same spot, a large limb had come down
on the main branch and took with it any trace of where the nest was.
Such a gift, first thing in the morning.
I gingerly brought it home, tucked in the palm of my hand
and nestled it in some Alder twigs anchored in epsom salts, imitating snow.
My elf keeping watch...
Myself marvelling at such a thing, and he, as if to say
"I've sat many times beside such a nest, chattering with the wee ones."
A birds-eye view indeed.
It seems like magic doesn't it?
To find such a minuscule miracle in such a busy, crowded world...
A precious gift.