Ruby-Throated Hummingbird: Small & Mighty

 One of the very first tasks upon arrival at Windswept Shores–my heart and home away from home–after hauling in the supplies was to make sugar water, fill the feeders, and wait for the “hummies” to enjoy. Big Doug took this job while others in our two families of four completed theirs.  Fishing poles were set on the porch, beds made, refrigerator loaded, and spies sent down wooden steps to toe-test  June Lake Michigan water temperatures, view how far out the sandbar was, and report how much beach was eaten or left by the waves. Good Harbor Bay. Our sojourn to God’s Country with the Lakes–our appropriately named hosting family–began when a married tennis player asked my dad, his college coach, to their family cottage. 1971, the Lakes and the Careys. So many years of memories, they are impossible to recount here. A small cottage. A mighty influence. I watch the ruby-throat dive to drink in the sugar-powered nectar. Such a small bird to move so mightily. I pray your day is blessed, dear ones, in small yet mighty ways!