I was lying on the sofa this morning, doing my best to immerse myself in a TV show as a distraction for the pain I was in. Sleep was not on the menu last night. Not for long. As soon as I would drift off, pain would ramp up and wake me. Try as I might, I could not get comfortable in bed. So off to the sofa for me.
It wasn’t much longer before King Arthur woke up and came out to get some coffee. As has been our routine of late, he checked on Baby Hummingbird #2. He opened the blinds so I could see, too. Suddenly, he became very animated, “look! Look! He’s flapping his wings!” And after a few test flaps, #2 was up and flying. #2 came over to the window to peek in at us and then flew over to the neighbor’s car. After some slipping and sliding on the slick car, he fluttered about under the carport, took another gander at us through the window, and then was off to join Mama.
And now the nest is completely empty.
I’m pretty damn happy about that.
Two eggs. Two birds. Two survivors.