Every year, in early April,
we start watching for the appearance of the first hummingbird.
Our earliest sighting was on the 8th,
and they're usually here within a few days of that.
These flying jewels must have had a hard time in the Yucatan last winter,
or on their flight back,
because only a few of them returned to fight over our feeders.
After the first nesting, when the next generation came around,
they made up for the slow start.
They kept us busy filling the feeders,
and fascinated us with their acrobatic flights.
The last hummer could be leaving any day now, and they watch the sky,
their tiny feathers fluffed against the cold.
We'll miss them when they go.
Maybe, somewhere in the Yucatan, someone's watching out the window,
waiting for the first hummingbird.
