There's a story I've heard many times about my great-grandpa Ray M. (everybody seems to call him that, M being for his middle name of Milton). Anyway, Ray M. would visit my grandparents when my dad was a kid for a couple of weeks. The house had a huge picture window with a lot of hummingbird feeders. Ray M. took a red baseball cap and put black dots on the hat with a permanent marker. Then he would sit outside very still and quietly in front of that picture window so he could see his reflection and watch the hummingbirds try to "feed" off of that hat. I decided to channel a bit of my inner Ray M. this morning.
I pulled up a lawn chair and a cup of coffee and watched the Girls. I just can't believe how amazing they really are. In what seems to be a completely uncoordinated process, they create an amazing hive. There is no particular in and out...left side of the hive isn't incoming and right side isn't outgoing. Inevitably, one of the Girls gets knocked ass over tea-kettle as she tries to land or take-off but she just brushes herself off and goes on about her business. They are still bringing in pollen...some have bright orange baskets on their legs....some with light yellow baskets. Others appear to be scouts, out looking for more. I saw a couple others doing the job of an undertaker...bringing out a Girl who had completed her life's work...taking her far away from the hive. It's kind of like watching a camp fire...you sit there and zone out to a certain extent and ponder the meaning of life. Not too shabby a way to drink a cup of coffee on a beautiful morning!