|rufous humming bird|
I sit and type. Bird after bird lands on a cedar branch or swoops past my deck: this time on orange humming bird, the sun glinting off of its back, the orange colours iridescent hovers at my window. The bird doesn’t pause long enough for me to watch it as long as I would wish, but I can get enough particulars about it to find it described somewhere on the web.
I didn’t know what rufous meant, so I had to take a side trip to learn about colours, how there is a rust colour when orange goes to brown, or brown goes to orange, and in that moment the colour on this hummingbird is born: rufous.