Picture Books,  Poetry

Hummingbird Art

We’re fond of hummingbirds around here. As I mentioned in this post, the sight of them is not uncommon, but it invariably makes us blurt in sudden stage whispers, “Sh! Hummer!” Then we watch, wide-eyed, as these flying, buzzing needles hover, flit, fight, and sip from the feeder.

My daughters have produced some fabulous hummingbird art this week.

Here’s Younger Daughter’s picture:

Here’s Older Daughter’s:

We’ve been enjoying bird poems from Jane Yolen’s Bird Watch. There, she highlights the hummingbird’s fleeting quality in the poem “Time Piece.” But today I think of these lines from Mary Oliver’s “Summer Story.” Watching a hummer, she muses,

I am scorched
to realize once again
how many small, available things
are in this world

that aren’t
pieces of gold
or power——-
that nobody owns…

That right there is the pleasure of birdwatching. Nobody owns them. They are everywhere, and often they are exceedingly beautiful. They are works of art themselves, and the art of pictures or words seems fitting to acknowledge it. I’m glad my daughters seem instinctively to know this.

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