After the bird trip with Rockjumper was over, I was picked up by my good friend Jane in Pasadena. She took me home and I stayed with her and her husband Pepe for a week. This week was divided between their wonderful fireplace (it was winter in California and unusually cold) and bird watching with Jane. In the garden they had, in addition to plants with berries and seeds, two bird feeders and a nectar feeder for hummingbirds. Naturally, these facilities attracted birds. So I could stand inside the house and photograph species after species through the patio door. This hummingbird perched on a bush and I followed it in the lens. When it twisted slightly, I suddenly got just the right light angle for the iridescent red color of the throat to become visible. A second later, when it moved again, the red color was gone and replaced by a dull brown nuance.