Hummingbirds: these hovering little darlings have always been a favorite of mine. Bright green with red heads and pointy beaks.  If close enough you can hear them hover on their quest for food. Our food source for them growing up was a large plastic strawberry that hung in the kitchen window. This year while pruning the pear trees, my mother stumbled on a hummingbird nest with 2 little white eggs, not much bigger than tic tacs. The nest was built eye level in the tree closest to the front door of the house. Now if you don't know, my parents live on a pear orchard, albeit small orchard, this hummingbird still had her choice of over 100 trees in which to build her nest. I quickly decided she was a bird from my own heart because she built her nest low and close to the hub of human activity suggesting she was nosey. 

Within a few days of discovering the nest, the twins had hatched a day apart

As time has gone on, the twins have filled the nest and the mother no longer has room to nestle them as they sleep. That and those little beaks would most surely lead to her death by puncture if she shifted wrong.   

They sit all day, beaks up, ready for more food

Quite possibly the most remarkable thing about the hummingbird is the nest, it is composed mostly of lichen and bits of bark held together, and adhered to the tree with spider webs. The inside of the nest is then lined with downy bits of cotton and feathers.

Clearly not much of a naturalist, Kenza is not impressed.