Here’s a long-overdue look at Consuela’s little chickadees.
Sadly, they didn’t make it past a couple of weeks. Apparently, infant mortality is pretty high among hummingbirds. They can starve to death in as little as five hours. One day, while I was away performing in Arizona, Amy said bye to them on her way to work, then came home and they had passed on. One in the nest, and the other on the pavement below.
After a little confusion, Consuela finally left. It was very sad, but hey, death happens, and I appreciated the joy they brought me while they were here. It was a gift of immense magnitude, and I’ll never forget it.
We buried the chics in Amy’s parent’s back yard.
Rest in peace, you mercurial beasties, you.
Aaaaw, poor little guys.