Yesterday, after the Christmas storm, I went out to see if there was any damage in my backyard. One of the hummingbird feeders that I had just refilled the day before, was on the ground after twisting in the high winds for who knows how long. It had completely unscrewed from its hanger and was lying empty on the ground. As soon as I went out, I heard from Homer (I don’t know what else to call him—I’ve always called the male Anna’s at my home, well, Homer) screeching to let me know that he had only three feeders to guard, not four. After chasing away another male (Homer II?) he settled on a perch in the now completely leafless dogwood that until a few days ago was clinging to its last few leaves. Forty plus mile per hour winds with accompanying rain took care of every leaf left on any deciduous tree in my garden. Homer. preened for quite a while as I watched him. A feather or two of his gorget reflected a bit of red as he angled his head but once he fanned his tail, he had turned away and did not reflect any color except his green back feathers. Color or not, I love to see a hummingbird fan its tail.