5:59 AM and Sophia wakes me from a restless night. It is dark and I hear distant thunder. I get up to check on the hummingbirds and my girls are ready to brave the outdoors.
As always, they dash out with unbridled energy but the exuberance fades as sheets of warm rain pour down on them and thunder claps nearby. I hastily put up the feeders for the hummingbirds and we flee inside.
The outdoor thermometer reads a balmy 77 degrees Fahrenheit.
My thoughts turn to New Zealand’s tropical forests — instead of Hummingbirds, should I be looking for the flightless Kiwi?