A hummingbird attacked my husband.

Ruby-throated hummingbird at my feeder / photo by the author

“She flew right at me!” hubby huffed on Sunday morning. I knew exactly which one he was talking about. Same one who bopped three birds on the head in a row and then flew at my window in a dream of bopping me:

The two-minute hate of the ruby-throated hummingbird is now in session.

I have no idea why I find stuff like this so funny. But I’m still laughing, and it’s already Tuesday evening.