Hummingbird Quidditch

Within minutes after I refreshed the hummingbird feeder late this afternoon, two birds started their hummingbird ballet. Watch them, and you'll know where J. K. Rowling got her idea for quidditch. They dart and dive and peck at each other. Even when perched on the feeder, the hummer will sip and look up and about, sip and look up and about, like some nervous high school student cheating and thinking he's getting away with it. It's the hummingbird chirp I most like and the whir of their wings (beating at something like 80 times a second) as the zip past my nose, oblivious to my presence. No wonder they need so much sugar water.