
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne

Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne

Anas’s Hummingbird On Our Patio in the Morning Light — Image by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird, I Think — Image by kenne
Hummingbirds and the Angle of Light
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A Little Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird (Sabina Canyon) — Image by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird On Our Patio Feeder — Image by kenne

Anna’s Hummingbird Approaching Feeder On Patio — Image by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph.
— from Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot



Anna’s Hummingbird at Our Patio Feeder (August 27, 2022) — Images by kenne

Anna’s Hummingbird On Nest In Southern Arizona — Image by kenne
Nesting Facts
— Usually lays 2 eggs per nest
— Has 2 to 3 broods each year.
— Incubation is 16 days.
— Nesting period is 20 days.
— Eggs are white
(Source: hummingbird-guide.com)

“Hello, Little Bird” (Anna’s Hummingbird in Sweetwater Wetlands Park) — Image by kenne
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Anna’s Hummingbird (Southern Arizona) — Image by kenne
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
— Anonymous (400 Year-Old Nonsense Poem)
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
Named for the 19th-century Italian duchess Anna Massena, the
Anna’s hummingbird is one of only three hummingbird species
that are permanent residents of the United States and Canada.
(The others are the Allen’s and Costa’s.) This hardy hummingbird
has the northernmost year-round range of any North American
hummingbird species.
— American Bird Conservancy
Anna’s Hummingbird — Image by kenne
It started just now with a hummingbird
Hovering over the porch two yards away then gone,
It stopped me studying.
I saw the redwood post
Leaning in clod ground
Tangled in a bush of yellow flowers
Higher than my head, through which we push
Every time we came inside —
The shadow network of the sunshine
Through its vines. White-crowned sparrows
Made tremendous singings in the trees
The rooster down the valley crows and crows.
Jack Kerouac outside, behind my back
Reads the Diamond Sutra in the sun.
— from Migration of Birds by Gary Snyder