I like to play my guitar on the back steps, facing my garden. Beyond the garden, the back end of Porridge Forest sprawls. Over the years different birds have flown through the garden and perched on the fence to watch me. I accepted their coming and going as part of the notes of the song I was playing…or should I say – we were playing?
The evening I’m writing about a hummingbird landed on the top wire. Facing me with wings folded and a shrug from each shoulder. Hummingbirds are seldom still. It isn’t in their nature. I expected the hummingbird to leave. Five songs later, with no pause between…the hummingbird had stopped shrugging his shoulders and replaced it with a slow nod of the head…
As it started to get dark I was asking myself silent questions like:
“Do hummingbirds fly in the dark?”
I never missed a beat on the guitar and my voice soared…that is how it is when you have an amazing audience. One that is obviously affected. Just as the last of the light was in the sky I leaned forward and said:
“Shouldn’t you be going home now?”
As if on cue – the hummingbird flew and I took my guitar inside.
Ask me about the stages I’ve been on and my back step at Porridge Forest is still my favourite.
Katie Kidwell is a cheerleader for creative hearts everywhere. With experience in music, writing and art. Her inspiring stories on the creative way she has lived are here on her blog “The Living Of Loving”. She also works as a commission artist.