Waiting for Inspiration

I'm sitting on my back deck waiting for inspiration. I humming bird just buzzed my ear on its way to the blazing star and bleeding heart flowers that are now in bloom. It had a crimson throat and electric green feathers across its back and wings. The Air Force would do well to study their manuverability. They zip here and there then chase off a bumble bee that's trying to horn in on their nectar.....then an instant later they are back feeding on the flower. I saw a humming bird nest a few years ago while visiting our friends Tom and Judy. The little grey nest is made from lichen, moss, and the silk from spiderwebs, was not much bigger than my thumb. The eggs were as tiny as english peas. I read that their wings beat up to 90 times a second. That's rapid.
We've had humming bird feeders for years. One morning in the spring, one will show up and look at us sternly through the front glass as we sit and drink our coffee. It's almost as if he's saying...Are Ya gonna feed us this year or let us starve to death right here in your front yard! I hustle out and put some sugar water in the feeders and before we know it, we need an air traffic controller to handle the aviary activity.
There is also a small bird that is electric blue that swings through our yard every year and hangs out a day or two to feed and as quickly as it appears, it is off to who knows where.
Life is an interesting dance. There's so much going on that we can't begin to understand but I feel blessed just to be a witness to the small part in my personal space.
Have a great weekend and be sure to feed the birds.