Hummingbirds

The hummingbird flits from one moment to another, a blur of vibrant color. It always seems to be vibrating, as if so much purpose and energy fill its nearly impossibly small frame that it cannot contain itself. One might know that this is because it needs to do so in order to stay in the air, but the effect is still mesmerizing.
The hummingbird is able to fly backwards, or stay in place, suspended in the air as though held aloft by some invisible thread. Even with its exceptional speed when going forward, it is able to take a step away from situations it finds itself in, bringing an unexpected uncertainty, willingness to take a step away and recognize mistakes. One might know that this is so that they can remove their long beaks from the long flowers that they collect nectar from, as well as being able to minimize landing, but the effect is still breathtaking.
The hummingbird eats an incredible amount of calories for its size, flitting from flower to flower, even to the fountains that humans have left out all day. They never seem to stop moving, and it’s so very rare to see one ever not moving in some way, without any kind of intention while it is still alive. One might know that it has to because of how much time it spends flying around, but the effect is still exceptional.
That’s all the time I have for today, so I asked some friends to come up with more facts for me. “The smallest hummingbird is called a bee hummingbird.” “They have a proboscis.” “I think they only live for a month.” “Hummingbirds have big boy hearts that beat very fast so that way they can keep flapping their wings and not fucking die.” “One species has the fastest wingbeat of any bird.” “They fucking suck.”

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  1. udieJanuary 14, 2020 at 8:41 PM

    i'd like to amend 'they fucking suck' to 'they fucking suck... a lot of nectar!'

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