Back in the early 80s, I was in a restaurant in Vail, Colorado. The glass door to the outside deck was open, with waitresses going in and out with food. A hummingbird flew in to the dining room and stopped in a hover. The place fell silent as he looked left, then right. Then he backed up a little and turned around and left the way he had come. Everybody in the room looked around at each other, smiled, and went back to their meals.

A magical moment.