These were wild hummingbirds I photographed in AZ, as opposed to the well behaved aviary birds at the Sonoran Desert Museum. Because of this, these photos are not quite as nice, although I like to think they are still attractive. 🙂
She looks so pleased with herself
There’s a story behind this bird (and photo)…I spotted it at Walnut Canyon and before my friend could say “hey, wait a minute”, I stole his telephoto lens and ducked under a fence, skidding along down a chunk of granite rock to get a photo of the bird. As I perched there, snapping photos, I slid a little further down the rock and heard a RRRRRIIPP.
I finished getting photos of the bird, of course, but when I returned bashfully to the path, I turned my back on my friend to get him to assess* the damage. “Yep,” he said, in response to the question, which was of course, is my underwear now flapping in the breeze for all the world to see?
I had ripped a giant hole in the rear of my trousers, and they were my only pair for the next two and a half weeks. Luckily, my friend was generous enough to loan me his extra pair, although being seven inches taller than me and very muscly, he’s a bit wider around the waist, so we had to also find a rope to tie them on with. Le sigh…what I do for hummingbirds.
So worth it!
Pretty guy in Phoenix
These flowers were always in shade, so it was hard to get photos of the hummers there