I
never thought I’d say it, that backyard hummingbird sightings are becoming passé,
so I won’t…I just can’t. They are practically miraculous to watch, flitting
from branch to bush to feeder, like figments of imagination in a constantly shuffling kaleidoscope of
plumage.
Look at this little guy for example, a male Rufous Hummingbird that for days couldn't muster enough courage to leave the sanctity of the sweet gum. But not today.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. He reached down this morning and pulled it together, just like his feisty green and orange girl friend from an earlier post. It gets easier every day. Just keep the sucrose flowing.
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