The Hummingbird

I eased behind the huge mass of nesting material and took a firm
hold of several strands, I then pulled back, quickly, to pull them
free. The jarring concussion, which followed, took me by suprise.
I tried to get my bearings as the ground rushed up to meet me and
recovered about two feet from the ground. After that near miss I
climbed back to the altitude I had been at and started searching
for my tormentor. I realized that I had grabbed hold of a human's
hair and that he had not been happy about it. He was rubbing his
head and throwing immense volumes of noise at me. Hummingbirds make
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