The gist of things here in my hometown, set within the arcs of things in the wider world, all from my uniquely biased point of view. Feel free to extend the horizons with your comments.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I heard the hum first, and I was sure I knew that hum, but oddly, it was coming from the treetops. I stopped and stared up at the Manitoba maples behind the garage, and sure enough, among the topmost branches, a hummingbird was darting and hovering, and occasionally perching. I'm not sure I've ever seen one perch. After a moment it came down almost straight at me, fast, with wingbeats slow enough to look like a rapid flutter instead of a blur, and no hum. Then it veered off and hovered and perched, hovered and perched its way through the chokecherry bush-tree. At one point I had quite a clear view, and I noticed creamy-white corners on its tail. Checking the bird book, I decided it must be a female, and in this area, almost certainly a ruby-throated. The last I saw of her, she was heading west through the tops of the next row of Manitoba maples. I wonder what she was getting up there. Sap from the aphid damage?