I watched out my big front window last evening as two male ruby-throated hummingbirds had a swordfight over the feeder. The one sat on the wrought-iron hanger while the other hovered as they crossed bills repeatedly. I almost expected a chirruppy, high-pitched "en garde" to be heard.
They were very cute. Which, when you think about it, is an odd descriptive because they could have done lethal damage to each other. They were cute (a completely subjective assessment) because they were little. Little things are cute. Much to my diminutive daughter's dismay.
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