The air is crisp. A welcomed chill opposite of the sweltering heat by day. It's quiet tonight. Except for the chirping of the tree frogs and the baritone solos from the toads. Oh and somebody's dogs are being triggered by nature. Other than that, it's quiet.
In ritual on my front porch, rocking in my chair... Taking in all these sounds including that of the light traffic from holiday visit neighbors and their guests. I was surprised by a very heavy buzzing around the screen on the outside of the porch.
It wasn't the aggressive buzzing of a hornet. Nor the annoyed buzz from a patroling bumble bee. Certainly wasn't a horse fly.
I decided to turn on my flashlight. A tiny seemingly iridescent being fluttered around dancing from light to shadow. Fairies? Nope they don't make noise when they fly believe it or not. Their like stealth aircrafts... Any way. Whatever this colorful little craft with the throaty exhaust is I couldn't figure out.
I watched for a little while longer the tiny body weaving and dancing LOUDLY. And suddenly, it was clear. A HUMMINGBIRD is hunting. Using the soft light from the house inside as a guide it found the perfect morsels to attack.
This was a special visit I must admit. Hummingbirds in my culture are a great omen. There are many tales about our tiny ancestors. In brief, seeing a hummingbird is considered a sign of good fortune and success. It also means that your ancestors and guides are near, your life will be filled with times that are blissful, beautiful, new beginnings and much more. There's even a tale which explains how man was given fire from a hummingbird.
I appreciate those moments. It felt like I actually worked with nature to meet a goal helping the tiny fighter jet get food. And also spiritually; this event spoke many things to me and for that I am also grateful.
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