It’s not summer until…

…I converse with the hummingbirds. This year we’ve got a particularly aggressive male staking claim on the feeder that we hang outside our kitchen window (it makes washing dishes actually enjoyable).

Rain or shine, he hides on a low branch of our rose of sharon tree and waits. If any others approach (all females), he attacks them. Then, later, he tries to mate with them, doing his crazy u-shaped mating swoop dance. Typical.



Those puffy little white feathers behind his legs just slay me. And those are spider webs you see surrounding him, plus drops of rain.

What’s always so jarring is their neck plumage, which glows in the right light (you can see little beads of rain on this head, too!).


Oh, and a goldfinch stopped by.


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