Through the gate in my yard sits this little sprite. He knows that, just on the other side of the fence is a feeder, always filled, always ready. He doesn't fly away while I'm taking his portrait. I wonder if he knows that I'm the one supplying him with nectar. I wonder if he has been watching me in the garden as carefully as I've been watching him. Maybe we've forged a relationship in secret.
It takes a while to build trust. It can't be rushed. Friendships happen slowly over time. And then, like magic, we can be together and neither of us flies away.
