Our lovely pair of blue-throated hummingbirds.
This little boy I call The Cowboy. He's a single Berylline hummingbird that manages to run off the other hummingbirds (which are twice his size -- blue-throateds are HUGE). I call him The Cowboy because he always drinks from the feeder with his back against the wall (which is odd for a hummer). I had to tape off the back flower so I could shoot him.
I hope that as winter descends north of the Tropic of Cancer, more little hummers will come to visit. I have heard that only the Americans put out hummingbird feeders. I can imagine that is so as my three guests empty me out every few days.
Our lovely pair of blue-throated hummingbirds.
This little boy I call The Cowboy. He's a single Berylline hummingbird that manages to run off the other hummingbirds (which are twice his size -- blue-throateds are HUGE). I call him The Cowboy because he always drinks from the feeder with his back against the wall (which is odd for a hummer). I had to tape off the back flower so I could shoot him.
I hope that as winter descends north of the Tropic of Cancer, more little hummers will come to visit. I have heard that only the Americans put out hummingbird feeders. I can imagine that is so as my three guests empty me out every few days. 
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