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Something You Don't See Every Day

My teeny hummingbird trio is back for the summer and that always brings lots of viewing enjoyment as they come to the sliding glass door window and perch atop the feeder off and on all day. They are accustomed to our normal activity and as long as we don't make undue noise or ruckus, they stick around even when we draw close.

As I was admiring one of the thumb-sized males today, he began preening himself with his sword-like little beak. I couldn't believe he was able to fluff his own feathers with his beak being about as long as his body. It seems like it would accidentally stab itself but I guess not!!
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Mary Ellen said…
I wish they flew around down here, I know our kids would love them but they don't like the South. Are we going to get any pictures!?!?!
6/13/2007 8:35 AM
Rochelle said…
I love them! We try & try to attract them at our house, but I've only ever seen them one time. I guess they aren't too fond of our dog? I don't know. I keep trying. I filled the feeder again the other day with high hopes.
6/13/2007 9:57 AM
Unknown said…
Aw, that's so cool!

I must not have the right touch when it comes to caring for hummingbirds. I tried last summer but no luck. That feeded remained in the tree all winter and is hanging out there empty as ever. In all honesty, I think I plum gave up on them too early.
6/13/2007 10:09 AM
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