I couldn't speak. I pointed. This guy cruised our front porch. The whole frickin' year we couldn't get these guys to visit. Now they show up in late November? Did they spend the summer in Australia? I bounced the cat off my lap and ran to the kitchen to make a brew of hummingbird grog (1part sugar to 4 parts water). The feeder went up, the camera was set and I waited. I felt like a big game hunter in pajamas and slippers.
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