First the Black-chinned hummers show up, then Ruby comes blazing in, and harassing everyone at the feeders and everywhere.
The new antique glass feeder was a draw, and he was looking up.
Interesting encounter, the guy at the feeder was hunkered low, and ignoring the harassment, even when the beak ruffled his feathers.
He wasn't budgin', wasn't phased.
It got real interesting when there were three, but still no movement.
One of his observation perches on the garden fence.
And then his favorite perch, in the Lady Banks rose, where he can see all the feeders.
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