There was a tender rumor in the nest this morning. Cali – the baby hummingbird – stuck out from the nest and for the first time spread out his wings. Such a feeling. He gave Pola, his sister, the look of real happiness. Pola made herself comfortable. She was trying to keep the warmth after a cozy night. She was celebrating her victory in a cozy contemplation. She has swung their home left and right. She opened her baby beak differently than ever before. Like she was about to taste the air to sip it and tried to be a part of it. When she swallowed the air it lifted her tiny body. For a tiny moment she was like a bubble on the magic mission. The stretch of her wings got her almost to the edge of the nest. Her wings touched the air. Not even once. She hummed for the first time. She grasped the wind in the most happy embrace. Many, many times. As many as she felt happy about. Like drinking nectar from her mom’s beak. She was drunk with the wind. Though she was to become a master rider on the wind.