Tag 72 - Departure

I spent half the morning trying to capture a hummingbird with my camera. In many places on the finca, there are feeding stations hanging with a liquid that I suspect is some kind of sugar water. They are constantly frequented by these lightning-fast tiny birds. Sometimes they buzz past you just half a meter away, sounding like an oversized bumblebee, but much faster. Hummingbirds can beat their wings up to 90 times per second. The smaller the species, the faster they can beat their wings. They can not only hover in the air, but also fly backwards and sideways. Interesting, isn't it?

Just a few minutes before we left, we were lucky enough to see a hummingbird nest with an egg and a recently hatched chick. The nest is about the size of my fist, and the eggs are about the size of a thumbnail. The nest hangs trustingly in a small shrub, only a meter from the path, maybe 60 centimeters above the ground, where the dogs could also reach it, for example. But apparently, everyone gets along here.

This was an expensive but beautiful, unforgettable excursion. Back in Granada, the TV is already blaring, the room is heated up and not cleaned as agreed. In addition, there has been no water since this morning. No point in getting upset, it won't help anyway. At least my feet are warm again.