A hummingbird has made a nest on the string of tiny Christmas lights hung there at the end of November. The nest is the size of a medium size egg, constructed of lint and hair and the tiniest of twigs. And it’s balanced there, on the string of lights. For the last couple of days this hummingbird, or a smaller one, has been on the nest. We have to pass under the string when we go into the studio and I always feel guilty. I don’t look up, thinking if I don’t make eye contact with the hummingbird, then she won’t notice me and won’t leave the next just because I’m passing beneath. But as soon as I’m beneath, I hear the buzzing of wings as it flies off and hovers nearby until I have passed and it can return. I already feel honored, that a hummingbird feels safe enough to build a nest on our string of lights. I just wish she weren’t so timid. I’ve heard of hummingbirds learning to trust you enough to perch on you. It takes getting still and staying as still as a tree.