From jogger to a birdwatcher

What's turned me into a birdwatcher? Well, dear reader, I wake early to go for a walk my son insists on imposing on me, while he snoozes in bed

If you wake early, as I often do, you get to see some extraordinary winged creatures that disappear as soon as the sun has skirted the horizon. The ones that frequent our balcony are tiny with long beaks and midnight blue feathers that I am tempted to describe as humming birds. They feed on blossoms on trees but never on the silly sort of flowers my wife grows in pots. Because they are rarely still, I haven’t been able to take their pictures, though I did manage to photograph a tiny green bird with a black slash around the eyes