I was unloading the truck when I got home from Mora tonight and a female ruby throated hummingbird made her way through the petunias, the pink and white wild mallow, and then flew over to a potted plant two feet from my face.
She stopped in flight for a minute, looked me in the eye, took a sip of one of the flower blossoms and then flew off. That was a first, and that is the closest that I have ever been to a hummingbird in 61 years.
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