A hummingbird buzzed by me and hovered for a moment by our wind chimes. I could almost hear it think, “SHAPED like a hummingbird feeder, but NOT a hummingbird feeder” – then it zoomed off. Or maybe it was just attracted to the high-pitched tinkling in the light stormy wind. I can go either way.

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