“It won’t be long til happiness steps up to greet me”

I guess you could say that I have a Saturday morning ritual. I wake up, go downstairs and immediately open up my front door. I start making my oatmeal and then I sit on my orange flowered chair and eat my breakfast. There is something about the crisp, fresh morning air, the warm bowl of oatmeal, and the sounds of the world slowly starting to wake up that I absolutely love. It’s peaceful. It’s relaxing. And as of lately, it’s the time when I usually get to see one or two of my hummingbird visitors feed from my feeder.

I know that I have at least 4 hummingbirds coming to my front door. How do I know they are the same? Well, #1 likes to eat from the left, front flower opening. #2 likes to eat from the right, front flower opening. #3 likes to eat from the right, front opening but always buzzes right in front and then starts to sit but changes his mind and buzzes right in front of the feeder some more and then starts to sit, and repeats this one more time before he usually perches to eat. - even then it’s a quick drink and he repeats. I’m lucky if he drinks three times before flying off. And the #4 - well, this is my newest one. She’s much smaller than all the rest. I saw her for the first time this afternoon. She flew down, buzzed there for a moment and then rested on the feeder, took a drink and then decided she wanted a different view. So while staying at the same right, front opening, she moved her little body a little more to the right and finished her meal.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to like the location of my feeder, but it seems to work quite nice since I can enjoy the view from my chair. It’s also exciting to watch the red elixir getting lower and lower because so many hummingbird friends are enjoying it. Last month I had hardly any visitors. This month… well, this month they seem to love it.

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve had an interest in hummingbirds. I remember going to my great-grandma’s apartment and watching her hang her feeder. Whenever a hummingbird would stop by, she’d let me know and I’d rush to the sliding door to catch sight of it. They are just so magical. I consider myself lucky to know that I’m keeping the magic going strong.

It’s the little things in life… these fine moments... that I appreciate the most.