Most every day this summer, a hummingbird visits the balcony, sometimes twice, sipping from the salvias. It has a tweet that I’ve learned to distinguish. Often, after sipping, it will hover in front of the window, as if to say hello, or perhaps see if there is more food available within. this never fails to delight. The cats, though, watch without interest, which interests me. The thrum of its wings, that distinct sound of a wooden chair scraping a wooden floor, or a distint helicopter lets me know it is near. Here, it comes again.