AEROBICS IN THE CRASSULA PATCH

On my way back to the studio, having blipped daisies, arctotis and blossoms, I saw a flash of green in the crassula patch.
Hiding behind the pepper tree I fumbled and pressed all the wrong buttons in my haste to get a shot.
The malachite sunbird finished the nectar in one flower,
s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d and tried the adjacent flowers.
In a flash he was gone.