While I was sitting on my patio having a smoke, and relishing in the fact that Ethan was asleep. A beautiful little hummingbird came to visit me. It was within two feet of me, so close I could have reached out to touch it. It came to drink some sweet nectar from my bleeding heart. After it was finished it looked at me, for what seemed like hours, then went away. These sort of visits have happened many many times. I am beginning to wonder if there is a message they are trying to tell me, and I have lost my ability to listen.....