A Good Man and I were having our coffee on the deck yesterday morning, basking in the warm spring sun and feeling very excited for the day ahead. ‘LOOK!’ whispered A Good Man, pointing to our ‘wool tree‘. There, hovering in the air was a magnificent hummingbird. He was dressed in his shimmering green suite and his red cravat and he was looking intently at the colorful wool roving on the tree. I could see him thinking, ‘Oh, this will be perfect! She’ll love me for this… I’m getting lucky tonight! Whoooo hoo!’. He grasped a tuft of wool in his tiny beak and pulled. Alas, he wasn’t strong enough to get it off. He moved onto the next tuft, same thing… I could see him getting worried. On the third try, the lovely soft wool separated from the branch and off Mr Hummingbird buzzed, very happy with himself and his find. A Good Man and I felt just delighted that our ‘wool tree’ was really working. What a gorgeous nest our hummingbird was going to have… how lucky his chicks would be, nestled warmly in our colorful roving.