Hummingbirds in Snow

[mishalak]

The hummingbird perched upon the wooden lip of the feeder quietly. He, for the dark ruby gorget about his throat clearly marked his sex in the growing dark, moved very occasionally from his silent observation of the falling snow to dip his beak into one of the three artificial flowers. Every feather on his body was fluffed out to save every possible bit of heat. I have to remind myself not to worry about him. There is snow clinging to parts of the feader and even spots on his back, but I saw him in deeper snow earlier this month. It has snowed three times in May this year and the hummingbirds are still here with the warm rising of the sun each day.