A hummingbird just took a bath in our kale.

As I was sitting here at the computer, looking out the window at the garden box, a hummingbird rolled up to the White Russian, still dewey from the morning fog.  It hovered a while sipping at droplets before deciding it might be better to just lay down on a leaf, which hardly bounced under its minute weight.  Then it rubbed its chin in the dew, and then it was cuteness overload as it started rolling around.  It tried out a few different leaves before deciding that was enough and zipped away.