Hummingbirds are delicate, jewel-like creatures. They have an evanescent beauty, made all the more elusive because they never sit still. Wings forever beating, at most they will hover for a second or two, then dart away.
This one’s wings no longer beat.
In a snarkier frame of mind, I could have made all sorts of comments about how tiny the little drumsticks were...not a lot of white meat...
but the poor little guy was so beautiful, even in death, that I couldn’t bear to crack wise.
![Hummingbird](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/69/400/Hummingbird%20082805%202.jpg)
Requiescat in pace, little one. May you enjoy plenty of sweet nectar in the World to Come.
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