There are at least two female Ruby-throated hummingbirds coming to the feeder at our camp, Tern II. Each one has a different personality. One likes to sit and perch at the feeder, taking long drinks of sugar nectar. The other never perches and seems more cautious, always suspended in flight and looking quickly around after each quick sip. While I paint, I hear the lobster boats in the distance and a Thrush or Warbler singing in the background. The tide is moving in.