Blog archive
April 2025
Status - April 18, 2025
04/18/2025
Gratitude for the Village: Supporting Me Through the Fire
04/14/2025
The Log in Our Eyes
04/13/2025
Evacuation and Soot
04/07/2025
March 2025
About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025
Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
03/28/2025
Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
03/28/2025
Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
03/28/2025
Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025
I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025
Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025
Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025
My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025
The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025
Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025
Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025
Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025
Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025
What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025
Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025
Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025
Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025
Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025
A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025
Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025
February 2025
Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025
Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025
A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025
Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025
Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025
Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025
Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025
Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025
Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025
LA River Walk
02/27/2025
Message from the President
02/27/2025
Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025
1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025
The Party Line
02/24/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025
Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
"Daniel's Tree Is Her Home" by Lisa Davis
By Meanderings BLOGPosted: 06/10/2021
I try to be very quiet as I slide open the heavy door to the balcony, and then the screen door. I move very, very slowly, but when I look toward the tree, the hummingbird has flown her nest. It is the female who builds the nest, sits on her egg, and raises the young. After mating, the male takes no more responsibility. Since yesterday, Mama bird lowers her long, curved beak into the nest, feeding her baby the nectar she collects in the neighborhood.
This is the fourth year that a hummingbird has built a nest in the potted tree on my upper balcony. The tree is a cherished memory of my son Daniel, who started it during his last year of life. It has grown to about nine feet, and the nests are always in the upper branches. I sit down quietly in the chair furthest from the nest, and wait for Mama to return. When she does, she buzzes around the balcony, then zooms directly toward me, hovers inches from my face, and then flies away. Her message is pretty clear: “Get out of here; I want to feed my baby." I sit still like a statue, and out of the corner of my eye, I see her return to the nest and it looks like she is feeding her baby.
Hummingbirds are the smallest migrating birds, live about five years, and sometimes longer. They remember people, say the experts. I wonder if it is the same bird who has visited me for four years, and builds nests in Daniel’s tree. She skipped last year, the year of the pandemic. Smart bird!
Hummingbirds have very long, deeply grooved tongues to hold the nectar they collect from blooms around them. They also eat tiny insects. They love colors, and red is their favorite. They can fly not only forward, but sideways, backwards, and for a short while, even upside down.
These little creatures migrate as much as 4,000 miles, and can fly 500 miles without stopping. Their wings flutter eighty times per second and make a humming noise - hence the name. The male is the colorful, iridescent one, while the female needs to be less conspicuous as nest sitter. Like bees, they are excellent pollinators.
Does my resident hummingbird choose my balcony because it is somewhat protected? Does she remember me? Every year I take a few photos with my iPhone, but I cannot get very close. The first year, my son-in-law took some wonderful close-ups with his telephoto lens.
I have not kept track of the times of her visits, and I have not added a hummingbird feeder. I like to let nature take her course.