I made a few images of a few Black-throated Mango hummingbirds some time ago, and they all fit the bill of effortlessly magical.
The afternoon sun shone its golden light, and all was well. Then there was a slight drizzle, and all was suddenly much better. After that came the mad dash to find a suitable subject. If a backlit subject wasn’t enough, a backlit subject in rain was to die for. Well, perhaps not literally. Maybe to be slightly inconvenienced for, dying seems a bit much for this circumstance.
Fortunately, here was this Black-throated Mango, perched not too high up on a dry tree – and she was preening. The wind blew the branches, she bobbed up and down and the slight drizzle floated around her as if she controlled it all.
Now as she was preening, I knew that she’d stretch at some point. I began to salivate at the thought of a stretching backlit hummingbird in rain. So I waited. And waited. She preened. Stuck out her tongue. Preened some more. Stuck out her tongue again. Flapped a couple times. Continued preening. Before long, my arms were trembling under the weight of my gear. I gently sat and utilized the reliable knee-pod technique. Patience? No problem. I have tons. I waited for so long the rain stopped. And she still didn’t stretch. Finally, and extremely briefly, she stretched and buzzed off. Naturally, the moment when she stretched was the moment the wind blew the branch to the edge of my frame. Oh well.
Backlit or not, rain is always a plus. This young bird was probably experiencing her first bath in the free world. Outside the nest that is. You can almost feel her glee!