This bird stayed high above our heads. We didn’t get a good look.
“Eh, Mother, look up there! There’s a hummingbird!”
“Where?”
“There.”
“Where, there?”
“Way up there, see, at the top of that tree. That wee sticking-up bit that looks like a leaf. That’s a hummingbird.”
“How do you know that’s a bird?”
“I saw it land. It was buzzing about — bzz, bzz — and now it’s sitting in that tree. See? I took a picture of it. You can see its beak. But it’s too high up; I can’t see what kind it is.”
“Oh, there it goes.”
“Yep; it’s buzzing round that other tree, now….”
And that went on for a while. We never did get a good look at the hummingbird — but I must say, even at a great distance, they do look rather enchanting, darting about as they do. I’m trying out a hummingbird feeder this week, so I might get a decent shot, yet.
