I watched the hummingbirds at the feeder a little while ago and thought it won’t be long before they head to their winter home. Right now, they are eating more and more to get ready for their long journey. It’s rare for more than one to eat at a time; however, at one point, three of them were divebombing each other for a place at the feeder.
It’s hard to imagine their trip; they lift off in the East Tennessee sky and head to Mexico and Central America. I read it takes about 40 hours of flying, at an average of 30 MPH, for them to reach the Mexican border, some 1,178 miles away.
Some of them fly 500 miles non-stop in about 20 hours. Even more incredibly, in their spring migration, they’ll remember exactly where my feeder is when they return, and I’ll most likely see them again. I’ll leave the welcome mat out for you.
I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.
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Are we there yet? 