I put the potted flowers out at dawn. There was a touch of frost on the rooves. After I hung the last basket of mini-petunias from the eave of the garage, he appeared. I froze in mid sip of my tea. He worked his way along each of the five flower baskets I hung from the garage. Then, he was arm's length away. He came closer and stared, as if to say thank you and went back to feeding.

He visited me twice more, even though I wasn't near the flowers. Once, he was again just arm's length away. I guess he figures I am in charge of the flowers... God of the Hummingbirds.

I painted, mowed lawns, took Mum out for more flowers and cooked for her, chatted with neighbours, etc.

But, that little bird made my day.