A year ago and a few days I held a ready-to-fledge baby hummingbird in the palm of my hand thanks to the nest in the backyard fig tree.
This year, what may very well be the full-grown version of the very same baby opted to nest in a tree near the front corner of the house, perhaps because it didn’t share the same joy I had over the contact with me after it had fallen from its nest and decided to look for a more remote spot to raise its young ‘uns… such as this one which I found had fledged and was spending a lot of time calling to mom from the boughs of the neighbor’s tree that extends halfway across our front yard (click for minor enlargification):
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