This is not the hummingbird that sat upon my shoulder

or hovered there, if it is precision that you seek.  I'd been waiting all summer for its arrival.  I'd gone outside with a book. I heard the machinery of wings, and I turned.  Red-throated, westward-pointing, no more than six inches from my chin, speed fluttering, and then it was gone.  I had no camera.  It would not have stayed that long if I had.