Early Morning Reward

Anna's Hummingbird. He hangs out in the fig tree by the driveway, darting around in the salvias below, and coming to rest in the top branches. If you can call it rest--constant scratching and grooming and watching and twisting, every so often catching the rising sun just right for a display of breathtaking color. He doesn't seem to mind me standing dumbfounded under the tree, staring up in amazement. A couple of fast swoops across the street, a few steep dives with a friend from next door, then he's back in the tree, buzzing his distinctive little sound and fidgeting away the morning.