I glanced out the window. It seemed the hummingbirds were unusually agitated. I was accustomed to their bickering among themselves, guarding the feeders from one another, but this was different. They were all attacking the feeder together. From the window I could see nothing; but when I went outside, this is what I saw:
A praying mantis.
I don’t know if the mantis wanted a chicken dinner or had just gotten lost. I gently lifted it and set it on a pot of Creeping Jenny.