This is not about the gas-guzzling, monstrosities some people drive but rather the itty bitty helicopters of the bird world.
Hummingbirds. I, like many, love watching them. Unfortunately, I had to rescue one today who could not find his way out of my porch (just fly about 12 inches lower, birdy). Looked like a ruby-throated and he stayed in my hand until he caught his breath then he was gone in a blink.
Today, the hummers were particularly active buzzing around the feeder and chasing each other off, so I grabbed my camera and focused on the feeder. They are impossible to follow — speeding little bullets going forward, backwards, up and down — even bouncing off each other in the fight for the feeder.
Almost all the hummers were female rufous and black-chinned hummers. This female was checking me out:
I have seen one bump into another sending each other shooting in the opposite direction when fighting over the feeder. I’m continually amazed at how resilient they are — haven’t found any on the ground. They zip around the house, on the porch, through the carport at the speed of tiny jet planes.
One of my morning pleasures is sitting on the porch with a mug of tea and watching them zoom around around the feeder and buzzing around the porch. I have another feeder hanging outside of the window over the kitchen sink. That’s my close-up and personal view.