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Recently, a hummingbird took shelter in the ficus tree in our back yard and built a plum-size nest on a low branch. The kids named her “Motor,” remarking that she could hover like a helicopter. A few weeks “Sweets” and “Nemo” hatched from delicate eggs, each no bigger than a tic-tac. And we quickly fell in love with the new family living in our back yard.
One day when the baby birds were about two weeks old, Motor did not return from her morning flight out for nectar. By dawn the next day there was still no sign of her, and I began to worry that something had happened to her or that she had abandoned the nest. The wind was …