I spied a hummingbird hovering in the
Garden amidst the green bushes,
I felt a zephyr from the west,
I breathed in the fresh air of spring,
I was alive; I could sing!
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My hummingbirds get excited in the birdbath and call regularly for a feed at the flowers of the aloes that project from the side of the spike