Posted: 1/2/2008 9:33:29 PM EDT
Love these little guys. Gram for gram, they are real scrappers! Hummers are always pissed when there are more than 2 in the area. Always fighting about something. And they get really tweaked (pardon the pun...) if you stand too close to them when they are occupying the territorial high ground. This one was giving me the stink eye... Then he decides to divebomb me. Personal goal is to nail a shot like this in perfect focus. Never seen it... 
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Ours come back every year and if we don't have the feeder out yet, they let you know it by hovering by the kitchen window and looking in. I thought this was just curiosity, but their feeder is on the opposite side of the house, and once the feeder is out, they never again look into the kitchen window. |
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I too LOVE humming birds! Here are some great shots I took. Love the one where the guy is about to land. Ill post links, as they are quite large (1mb-ish) First pic Coming in for a landing! |
| I was presenting the "Colors" at a retirement ceremony with the Luke AFB Honor Guard mid 2006. Before the ceremony started, there was a Hummingbird flying around and it landed on one our guys head. Well the ceremony began and we were on, so we marched up to the front, I was carring the Air Force Flag. I Dipped the flag for the National Anthem and there on the Spade was that same hummingbird. He stayed there for the Anthem and for the march back behind the crowd. He finally flew away shortly afterwards. |
Cool pictures. Thanks for sharing. |
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A few years ago I was working on a large house in Calistoga CA, the owner had lots of olive trees on his property and during the spring they would attract a lot of hummingbirds. They also had 4 very large feeders on their back patio and while doing some concrete forms back there you could hear them flying all over brrrrrrrrrr...brrrrrrrrrr. They got used to us being back there and I could go stand next to the feeder and rest my finger on a perch and once all the other perches were full one of them would finally land on my finger. They also liked looking at their own reflections in my glasses, there is something a bit disconcerting about one of those pointy little bastards hovering 4 inches from your eyeball, even with a polycarbonate shield protecting it. |