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Hummingbirds – Little Fairy Birds

Hummingbird Shaman — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 18:07:47 +0000

One pleasure I take in writing for HummingbirdShaman.com is sharing stories, tales, legends, and myths about the hummingbird and other great spirits of the sky. The hummingbird, with its great speed and tiny body seems almost magical itself, and so to find a story that relates the hummingbird to the earth-spirits is a treat. This passage was found in a book called Beautiful Birds by Edmund Selous, published in 1901:

Little Fairy Birds

Did I say, “Such a little fairy-bird “? I think I did, and I was quite right, for it is just this very little Humming-bird that the fairies are so fond of riding on. They go two at a time, sometimes. One sits on his back, and another lies on the broad fan of his tail, and the one on the back uses the little feather-threads as reins. It is so grand! The Humming-bird dashes up at the fairy’s own flower-door, and hovers there till she is ready to come out, and then dashes away with her to another flower, where another fairy lives. And that is how the fairies call upon each other in countries where there are Humming-birds. Perhaps you will think that a Humming-bird—even quite a little Humming-bird (and they are none of them big)—is rather a large gee-gee for a fairy to ride on. But you must remember that in tropical countries fairies grow to quite a remarkable size.

I learn something new every day, that fairies, or faeries as some prefer the spelling, grow so big in our tropical countries! So convenient for bird and faery alike, to be so well matched in size.

A fairies flower

The image of the hummingbird waiting at the flower door of a fairy is delightful, carrying this beloved nature-spirit to visit with the fairy of the next flower over. Nature always has a way of cooperation, with most of this exchange happening so quietly that no disturbance is ever noticed. The flower provides nectar, and the hummingbird serves in return by transporting pollen.

Outside my window

Outside my window a hummingbird rests, perching while she drinks from the feeder. As for the flower spirit awaiting her own journey, this is a feeder, not a flower. Perhaps we must find another guardian of the “flower”, and in this case that would be me. This doesn’t surprise me, for every time I see a hummingbird outside my window the hummingbird lifts my spirits to a place of pure joy.

Thanks for the ride!

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Standing at a Crossroad – Day Three: Listen Carefully

Hummingbird Shaman — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:56:51 +0000

February 20, 2008: Angie, my black lab, is begging me for an early walk. I’d been waking early, and working 5-6 hours straight so many days. Time for a walk and a little mental clearing. It is a beautiful sunny day, a little cold but at least its dry. Guess where I headed as soon as we reached the park? You’ve got it, the bench overlooking the valley. Within a minute of my arrive he was there, ready to share his message of the day. He sang of gifts, abundance, and the joy of it all, all the while swinging his head to-and-fro. He does not worry, or wonder, for he is a vessel who’s purpose is to receive whatever is sent his way. Message spoken, hummer departed.

I had carried my notebook with me that day, and decided to write the events of the past few days, if only to retain the messages shared with such determination. As soon as I started writing he reappeared, and chattered again his song of beauty and joy. Here, the gone again. Me, well I am human and slow, and it takes me a few minutes to record the whole story. I glance up at his tree again, but it stands empty. Oh, he moved to another tree to the left of me. He quietly attends, holding sacred space while I finish my notes.

Standing at a Crossroad – Day Two: Action without Purpose

Hummingbird Shaman — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:51:49 +0000

February 18, 2008: I returned to the park bench, wondering if what occurred the day prior was illusion, or fantasy. It was so unusual seeing a hummingbird in this area, there was not any good source of nectar at this time of year, though I had several visiting my feeders at home, several miles away. No, that was an unusual event. Suddenly a flash of movement caught my eye, and there is was. He landed on the same branch, and chattered with a tinge of sarcasm, “you want proof”? As quickly as he came we was gone. There would be no visit without purpose.