Regards to Susan Grover upon whose terrace this drama may have taken place.
(Sorry for the post that was such a mess - the tech got away from me.) THE FENCING MASTER, A HUMMINGBIRD TALE Today, sitting on the terrace engaged in my usual unfocused space gaze I hear an odd “click-clack,” swivel my head, and catch a moment between two hummingbirds. An aerial duel “swords” flashing ‘til the birds whip out of sight. Now, I’m wondering if they learned anything from their altercation. if hummingbirds become better, with practice, at fencing. And I’m imagining a class at the Hummingbird Academy small birds hovering in rows flying through drills as the Fencing Master makes lightening corrections or the Fencing Master itself drinking at Golden Dewdrops challenged by the Upstart Kid looking for a reputation and the awful outcome of the Fencing Masters’s ruby throat pierced the Kid forced to wing it to the mountains the Fencing Master’s funeral attended by violet-crowns, and white-ears, blue-throats, and black-chins, the broad-tailed, and magnificent, and even the elusive lucifer zipping hovering spinning turning stopping briefly to perform a tail-feather dirge at too high a pitch for any non-hummingbird except the orange-eyed Stygian Owl to hear who swoops its three-foot wing span whooshing mourners away plucks the Fencing Master from the ceremony and carries the tiny corpse to secrecy. RW Golden Dewdrops are a hummingbird favorite here in Guanajuato. All the names are of hummingbirds found in and around town. Hummingbirds make vocal sounds, but also chirp by rapidly vibrating their tail feathers. Stygian Owls do roost here-abouts. Their eyes are yellow-orange except in direct light when they turn red. Their wing-spans measure three feet.
Got two - read one, it looked fine
Now that’s imagination!