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Early on a May morning several years ago, Lee Trott and I were walking along the C&O Canal near Seneca, Md. We heard a curious humming sound that had a pulsating beat, as if the maker of the sound was moving toward and then away from us.
And that’s exactly what was happening.
Lee spotted the male hummingbird swinging in an inverted arc, as if he was a pendulum suspended on a fine delicate chain. The male hummingbird was displaying for a female. Eventually we saw the female silently watching from a perch. At a certain point in the downward swing, the light struck the male’s gorget — his red throat feathers — producing a flash of fire that disappeared as quickly as it occurred. This display went on for perhaps five minutes.
The following week we were drawn back to the same spot. The displaying male was not to be seen, but Lee discovered the female building her tiny nest on a lichen-covered limb of an oak that swept down over the towpath, about 20 feet above us. The female sat in the nest, a mere inch in
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