Making Out in The Secret Garden  

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7/15/2005 11:42 pm

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3/26/2008 12:19 pm

Making Out in The Secret Garden

The garden, still and quiet, slowly stirs to life with a low humming sound. Soft and isolated in the beginning, it rises, and continues to rise into a uniform chorus.

Suddenly, a hummingbird, its body shimmering in all the colours of the rainbow, emerges from the rich foliage. Its wings beat a million times a second in a brilliant, translucent streak against the morning sun. Following closely behind the first, a second, then a third, fourth, fifth, and then tens and hundreds of little birds burst out of nowhere to hover around the dangling vines of flowers.

The day has begun.

A hummingbird uses its long and slender beak to suck nectar from a flower. The hummingbirds have beaks long enough to seek for nectar not only from the openings of a flower’s ovaries but also deep within them where the sweetest syrups are produced.

Nectar can't be forced, but has to be coaxed out of the glands of the flower’s organs. The hummingbird does this in a gentle ritual with its long, slender and raspy tongue. For a fleeting but decisive moment that seems to hang in time like an eternity, a hummingbird hovers around the petals of a dangling flower hesitatingly. Then, very slowly, the flower lowers itself, and in an almost imperceptible gesture, cups its petals around the hummingbird.

Persuaded that it is welcome, and that it would be safe, the hummingbird enters. In a slow, delicate dance, the hummingbird starts picking, nibbling around the edges of the petals in small, random bites. Then, it moves slowly inwards in concentric circles, coaxing the flower to produce sweet nectar as the bird inches closer to the nectar's source. The flower almost seems to sigh as it savours the tiny nibbling beak not all at once but in carefully measured doses.

As suddenly as it all began, the flower quivers excitably, and the hummingbird emerges from the petals in an explosion of sweet droplets. Its translucent wings beating a million times a second, send a dazzling spray of gold from its nectar drenched surfaces. In a burst of glistening colours against the rising sun, the bird bids farewell to the flower, and takes flight.

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