Min Humming
Male Rufous Hummingbird.
Besides being named after a little bird (or perhaps because of it) Min is fascinated with birds. While we were visiting Friday Harbor she did quite a bit of birdwatching. An endless stream of Rufous Hummingbirds made endless trips to the feeder at the cabin…. and being a fearless sort of doll, she determined to try and get as close to them as possible.
Female Rufous Hummingbird.
The birds came to the feeder from dawn to dusk, and there were moments when all four feeding stations were occupied. The feeder was refilled twice a day! The birds were slightly put off by Min’s occupation of their cafeteria, so she didn’t stay long.
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NOT a Hummingbird nest.
Min also likes little bird nests. This wee nest fragment is a woven grass cup lined with thistledown. It had dropped down to the forest floor. My Ornithologist friend says it is likely the core of a bigger bird’s nest probably a Towhee.
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This nest made of lichen and dandelion fluff was abandoned in our Holly tree. It is definitely a hummingbird’s nest – we saw a Hummingbird sitting in it!
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After Min clambered down, one of the Quimper Hittys’ human friends took a video of hummingbirds visiting the very same feeder that Min sat on – click the link to watch them:
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Quimper Hittys 
Thanks for keeping us informed of the doings in Nature. It’s so close and yet so many of us are so far from it.
The Quimper Hittys help me see that there is beauty all around us, and the fun they have is very cheering!
Looks like Min almost wants to fly forwards and backwards like a Hummingbird. Beautiful photographs !!
Min does want to fly!
What an adventurous Hitty! I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to ride a bird, yet.
Funny you should say that, I think she has her eye on an LBB (Little Brown Bird). I have seen her out in the woodshed talking to Þóra (who is part Troll and so can communicate with birds and animals in their own speech).
Sounds like trouble! And a new adventure.
heh heh heh
Uh oh. A guy goes out of town for a couple of weeks, and all kinds of plans are hatched (so to speak) around the house. Tansy warned me while we were on the road that the mice would be playing…