I found her there. Perching precariously on the tip of a branch. Pausing between blurs. Anna’s Hummingbird in profile. Protected by the boughs. Far from lies, denials and assaults. Nature’s truth, peace, hope and gentility. Carefully preserved. Free for one more day. Safe on a Sunday in the garden.
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This really brings home the difference in the seasons. Here it’s 34 degrees. The hummingbirds have all gone off to where hummingbirds go in the winter… perhaps Arizona.
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Thanks, Jeff. How true. November is one of the prettiest months of the year here. I’m fortunate to be a part of it and to see these critters abound.
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Beautifully photographed, Mark, they as so fast. In western Oregon, Anna’s are native year-round and we try to keep the feeder filled and unfrozen.
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Wonderful. They’re such delicate creatures.
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A beautiful picture and post.
If only we all took more time to.pay attention to nature. It would be a calmer, less anxious world.
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Thank you, Tom. It was a welcome retreat into nature.
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