By Eilene Lyon
I was puzzling over the use of the term “Dogfight” to describe an aerial combat. It seems odd, considering that the only “flying” dogs I’ve ever come across are Snoopy, who is forever losing his Sopwith Camel (an entirely absurd name for a plane, I might add, especially when it’s really a doghouse) to the Red Baron in World War I, and Laika, the unfortunate mutt sent into space on Sputnik by the Soviets in 1957.
The most acrobatic and fiercest aerial combats I ever witness occur at my hummingbird feeders. Those birds are relentless! And the females are just as tough as the males. Body-slams are routine, and those long, pointy bills look positively lethal. If you were three inches tall, you sure wouldn’t want to be getting into a fight with Rufus over nectar rights, believe me you.
But I suppose there just isn’t enough machismo in the term “Hummingbird-fight.”
Intent to kill?