This morning again doing my work outside and enjoying life on our bright big mountainside deck, a radiantly coloured densely designed purposeful little hummingbird came from clear blue sky and blazing sunshine rushing down at me with such speed and suddenness I ducked a little, it seemed at first like a brightly coloured high speed pocket baseball aimed with alarming directness straight for my head. The venturesome fast-winged palpitating exquisite creature hung flutteringly suspended for awhile in an enchanting display of gorgeousness that was as dispassionate as it was divine. Then it went beak first bearing down confidently hard right into one of our brightly tinted long-stemmed solar powered glass flowers that we have spiked at intervals into the surrounding mountain ground that edges the deck. There was a terrible bonking noise as the hummingbird rebounded out and off as hard as it had gone down and in. The tiny nectar-seeking New World darling made a discernibly upset confused displeased surprised bird sound. It seemed then to level a gaze accusatively at me that judged me responsible totally. Given the ability, this bird would have flipped me the bird and would have been sufficiently justified in the doing. I regarded with appreciation the brilliant iridescence of his plumage and felt sorry. “Ah,” I said to myself, “that is not so good. Should have seen that one coming. Poor little swindled impeccable thing.” Cause as kind of funny as that all was, it also kind of wasn’t. So I gathered up the brightly tinted long-stemmed solar powered glass flowers and grouped them in such a way that they were still enjoyably visible to us humans but more obscured and inaccessible to all potential further nectar-seeking winged creature visits. Little Mr. Beautiful’s probably still puzzled and provoked out and high up there somewhere. Hope it eventually found some legitimate sweet delicious nectar for real.