But even seeing hummingbirds up close doesn’t take away the magic for me. When I was a youngster a tiny dusty-green female we named Fanny would perch on my finger and sip sugar water from a lid I held in my hand. Her toes were as delicate as earring wire. Her eyes were like jewels. She was probably a Black Chinned Hummingbird.
Male Black Chinned Hummingbird
There was a little motel on Grand Lake in Colorado where a row of hummingbird feeders hung on the sunny side of the guest house. I stood with my camera among a swarm of brilliant hummers who were so intent on feeding and defending their right to do so that I was just an obstacle in their way. But I caught nothing on film that morning but blurs and shadows.
We visited our daughter a few days ago. She has a hummingbird feeder hanging on her porch.
This time I had a digital camera to do most of the thinking and an auto focus lens.