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Every day after eating the meal, my mother gazes outside the kitchen window to see any event that may or may not be happening around the hummingbird feeder. I remember very well when that feeder came. It a rainy day when my mother came to the house with this red-medium size-strawberry shaped hummingbird feeder, with 4 wannabee plastic flowers at its sides. Nobody knew exactly why she bought it, but she hung it right in front of this big tree that “exists” in front of the kitchen´s window. Throughout the years, this hummingbird feeder saw many stories that many wouldn´t have noticed, but not unnoticed to my mom´s keen eye. She noticed that there was this blue-headed hummingbird with white torso at all times. She noticed that it was the same hummingbird that came at all times. This hummingbird had nothing special, according to my mom. The only reason that she remembers it is because one day, a ruby-throated hummingbird came out of nowhere and tired to scare away the blue-headed hummingbird. But the blue-headed hummingbird wasn´t going to leave that easy, they both fought over the feeder for about 3 minutes. It was so fast that it hardly can be said that there was a fight, but the blue-headed hummingbird came victorious at the end. In another time came an emerald-headed hummingbird with orange beak. This one was quite interesting because it was valiant enough to perch on the edge of the kitchen window, independently of how close we came to it. There was this time when my brother had to replace the sugared- water and, out of nowhere, this little hummingbird came to the speed of light and hit my brother on his cheek. Needless to say that he no longer changes the birdfeeder anymore. But just like the seasons, the feeder´s owner changes from time to time. It was spring when close to the tree, hidden from sight in a bush there was a little hummingbird preparing her nest. Inside the nest were two little eggs, the size of tic-tacs to be precise, laying in a tiny, kind of like a plushy nest. The mother, was a white-bellied hummingbird, who stayed about two thirds of her time in this tiny nest. The amazing part that I have always wondered was how in the world would my mother did it to gaze at these moments at the right time. It is as if she had an internal messenger that would tell her to go to the kitchen at the right time.