Over the weekend, I was picking some radishes. Apparently, the little hummingbird did not see me because he came within six inches of where I was. Literally, six inches--no exaggeration. If I had been in the movie, "The Matrix," I definitely would have been able to reach out and touch him.
There he was, that close, but alas, no camera. Mental photo only.
Thankfully, the h-birds are not mean spirited like the birds were in Alfred Hitchcock's movie, "The Birds." It is a little disconcerting the first time you encounter them in the garden. Their wings flap so quickly, they sound just like a humongous buzzing mosquito on steroids. However, they basically are interested in nectar not in pecking the gardener.
Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk and saw one of the hummingbirds outside the window. I grabbed my camera, and through the window, captured this photo. Not a bad capture from inside the house--digital zoom engaged.
My goal this summer is to get an amazing hummingbird photo. You know the one I mean: hummingbird, sipping nectar, wings stopped in motion as if he is defying gravity, iridescent colors of his feathers shining in the sunlight.