It’s rare to see a hummingbird’s nest. Even rarer, I think, to spot one in a hotel pool patio.
But that’s exactly the uncommon spectacle my husband, Hank, and I encountered during a three-month stay at Hotel La Bocona, an elegantly restored colonial mansion in Granada, Nicaragua.
Hummingbird in nest. © Ellen Barone.
The hummingbird in this photograph patiently incubated her eggs in a nest which, unlikely as it sounds, was perched atop the delicate frond of the potted palm that sat beside our poolside breakfast table.
Each morning, we drank our fresh carrot or beet juice and ate our beans, plantains, yogurt or eggs, while the devoted mama bird roosted beside us.
Like proud relatives we awaited the birth of the baby hummingbirds with eager anticipation.
For weeks, day after day, hour upon hour, the mother bird tucked her wings and sat and sat and sat. No matter what time of day or night it was when we inspected the potted palm, there she was.
Until she wasn’t.
My heart sank the day my morning examination revealed two Jelly-Belly-sized white eggs in the miniature nest— but no mama hummer.
