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    It was a very windy day, with gusts up to 50 miles per hour. You would think
    the hummingbirds would be hunkered down somewhere. But a small fleet of them
    put on an incredible show in the backyard.

    Six or eight of the tiny aerial acrobats swooped, hovered, and dove with
    astounding agility on the buffeting currents of air. They often buzzed
    within inches of my head, hovering for a few seconds at a time in front of
    one’s face. They struck one like children, free to frolic to their hearts
    content in a pool on a perfect summer’s day.

    Though my back was only a foot from the wall, they even did numerous
    high-speed loops around me, two or three at a time, as if I was a pylon in
    an air race. How are they able to fly with such precision in such high
    winds?

    All the while they took turns feeding on the sugar water at the feeder a
    short distance away. At one point, six landed at the same time, their
    miniscule claws clinging to the bar as the wind swayed the feeder back and
    forth. I’ve never seen more than two perch and drink simultaneously, so that
    too was quite a sight.

    The show went on for a full 40 minutes, with each timeless minute bringing a
    deeper feeling of the hummingbirds’ inexhaustible joy. Indeed, as passive
    observation grew into meditation, one realized that they were the essence
    and embodiment of joy.

    Playing on the wind together, they delighted in showing off their dazzling
    flying skills for the human watching. There was no doubt that they were
    fully aware of me, and that they were putting on a great show for a fellow
    creature, perhaps in appreciation for supplying them with easily accessible
    nutrients.

    Their antics were so fast and there were so many of them that many times my
    eyes could barely follow. There was a sense of true intelligence about them,
    a manifest intelligence beyond the vaunted human abilities of cognition and
    reason.

    With this experience fresh in mind, I went outside to greet the day early
    the next morning, as is my custom after waking. To my utter dismay, a
    hummingbird was caught in the feeder.

    It was thrashing around trying to free itself, its tiny foot caught in one
    of the feeding holes. Pinned between the circular landing bar and the
    feeder, a considerable number of its little feathers were smeared onto the
    base.

    Momentarily wishing I had never put up the feeder, I took the diminutive
    bird gently in hand and extricated it from the inadvertent man-made trap. It
    had lost quite a few feathers on one wing, and I felt certain its chances of
    survival were as small as the bird itself.

    The injured hummingbird had a rakish strip of bright blue on its wings, but
    lacked the fluorescent throat coloration that many of its kind have in this
    clime. I could feel its tiny heart beating incredibly fast. But it didn’t
    struggle, no doubt exhausted by its ordeal.

    The sun was shining, and I set it on a cross section of the fence, and went
    to get some breakfast. To my astonishment, when I returned 20 minutes later,
    the bird was preening on the grass next to the fence.

    When I returned in another 20 minutes, it was gone. There haven’t been any
    cats in the vicinity lately, and there were no additional feathers on the
    ground, so perhaps it managed to fly away.

    Different languages often divide people, but there is a language of being
    that all creatures share. Few humans know how to listen to that language,
    which doesn’t have any translation or interpretation.

    Indeed, interpretation has to end for one to understand, beyond words, the
    language of being. Most philosophers say, ‘man is an interpretive creature,
    and we inevitably live in context of our interpretations.’

    That isn’t necessarily so. In watching the movement of words and their
    meanings within one, especially in the presence of animals in nature, one
    sees and feels an actuality beyond man and his symbols.

    Martin LeFevre

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