June 1, 2025

Acts 16:16-34
Revelation 22:12-14, 16-17, 20-21

He was young, which may explain why he tried something that an older bird would know didn’t work. He was also pretty anxious about things, which explains more. In the end, though, it was his tutu who saw the biggest reason, which was…

I’m getting ahead of myself. Perhaps I should start the story at the beginning.

The ‘amakihi was young. And, as I mentioned, he could get anxious about things. If it was sunny, he worried about whether rain would come again. If it was raining, he worried about whether it would ever stop. If he was surrounded by other birds, he worried about whether it would ever be quiet with all these birds singing. If he was by himself, he worried that he’d be lonely forever.

Mostly, though, he worried about being hungry.

As a young and growing bird, he’d driven his parents to distraction by his constant calls for food. Some birds, and people for that matter, eat when they’re hungry. He’d call for food when he was full, because he knew he’d be hungry again soon. That can be pretty unhealthy for people and for birds, but frankly his parents couldn’t keep up with his demands, so they fed him more or less the right amount of food.

When he left the nest, he kept it up. If he was hungry, he’d head for the nearest flower, snap up the bugs, and drink the nectar. If he was still hungry, it was time for the next flower and the next bug. And if he wasn’t hungry, he’d still move on to the next flower.

What kept him from getting sick from overeating is that he had to do enough flying between trees that he couldn’t quite eat more than was good for him. Not quite.

One day, though, he was watching some bugs instead of trying to eat them. They were bees in their hive, and they were gathering nectar and storing it away. Suddenly it struck him.

“I can gather flowers and store them away like the bees,” he said. “Then I’ll never have to worry about finding flowers, and I’ll never be hungry.”

Off he flew.

He started snipping blossoms from the trees: Ohi’a, Mamane, anything he could find. He tucked them into an abandoned nest he found, then flew out in search again. If there were other birds around, he’d chase them off first so he could get the flowers. He had gotten rather big with eating, so other birds tended to fly away. The forest filled with squawking, protesting birds as he flew about with flowers in his beak.

He’d made quite a few trips and the forest was in an uproar when he found his grandmother perched next to his store of flowers.

“Aloha, Tutu,” he told her.

“Aloha, grandson,” she said to him. “What are you doing?”

“Storing flowers,” he said, “so I’ll never be hungry.”

“Really?” she said. “Who gave you that idea?”

“The bees,” he said. “They store nectar and pollen and they’re never hungry.”

“Grandson,” said Tutu, “would you look carefully at your flowers?”

For the first time since he started collecting them, he looked. No longer connected to their branches, they’d wilted and faded. Their nectar had dried and disappeared. A few bugs were crawling on them, of course, but even the bugs preferred the liquid nectar of a living flower.

“Why did you do that?” she asked. “Did you really think it would work?”

“I thought that I needed food for myself,” said her grandson, “that the other birds couldn’t take away from me.”

“The forest is for everyone,” said Tutu, “for every one of us. We’re not bees, who have ways of storing things, and they share what they store with the entire hive. We are forest birds. We don’t hoard. We don’t keep things away from others, not from ‘amakihi, not from ‘apapane, not from i’iwi. We share.”

She looked at him closely. “What do we do, grandson?”

“We share, Tutu.”

“Good. Let’s go have lunch.”

They left the sorry hoard behind for the living flowers they shared with all the creatures of the forest.

by Eric Anderson

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I write these stories in full ahead of time, but I tell them from memory (and inspiration).

Photo of an ‘amakihi by Eric Anderson.