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Trochilus colubris.
Maine (Lake Umbagog).
1879.
May 23. As last night was clear, cold and accompanied by a
frost which is said to have killed much of the corn in
the surrounding country I feared for the safety of the
Hummingbirds left in the orchard last evening. But up-
on visiting the place this morning I found them apparent-
ly uninjured and in even greater numbers than before.
Many were buzzing about sipping the honey from the blos-
soms, while others were sunning themselves under the lee
of the trees, perched on wood stalks within a few inches
of the ground. One and all seemed somewhat numbed by
(May 23) the cold, and each little form was so puffed up, that
it looked like a ball of down. As the sun rose higher
they resumed their characteristic nervous energy and the
snowy canopies of blossoms witnessed many a spirited con-
test between the pugnacious males. The females were
in about the proportion of one to four females. The
males paid them little attention devoting most of their
time to feeding, and quarrelling with one another.
They are evidently not yet paired. I heard only two
notes a sharp squeak and an exceedingly fine twittering.
Their fights were most entertaining being spirited and
decisive to a degree; sometimes the combatants would
cone to the ground clinched together and when the weaker
gave way and fled there was always a sharp pursuit.
The orchard was filled with their shrill squeaking and
the hum of their tiny wings was incessant. What a pity
that a scene so interesting must be so transient. In
a day or two the blossoms will fall and then another
year must pass before the plum orchard will be again re-
visited by these charming little sprites.
" 24. The plum trees showering down their faded petals and
the Hummers nearly all gone, only one or two lingering
about the scene of their late revels .
June 5. A common resident; I see them daily.
1880.
May 18. One poising in front of a few freshly-opened blos-
soms of the Canada plum-tree in the garden.
1881.
May 20. One darting like a bee across Leonard's Pond.
It is in advance of the season for the Canada plum trees
will not bloom for several days yet.