Colour tattoo of a hummingbird, two hibiscus flowers and plumeria blossoms on a person's upper back near the shoulder blade.

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Hummingbird and hibiscus on a shoulder blade

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A hummingbird in flight sits to the left of a cluster of two large hibiscus flowers, one yellow-orange and one orange-red, with three lavender and blue plumeria blossoms around them. The petals and hummingbird feathers are shaded with smooth gradients and defined by dark outlines. The design is in full colour and sits across the upper back, with the subject's shoulder and a blue top visible at the bottom of the frame.

Botanical Neo-trad Back Hummingbird Hibiscus Plumeria Flower Bird

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down, sit down, the 4.10 is running late again and it'll not be in before the kettle's boiled. Let me tell you about the bird that came up on the Penzance goods in a crate of cuttings, the spring old Mr Oakes had the south platform dug out for a bed of nothing but flowers.

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The crate was full of hibiscus, great ragged things, one the colour of butter held up to a lamp and one burnt orange like the signal lamp at the top of the bank. There were plumeria too, lilac-tipped, that smelled of sugar and wet stone. Ada Tanner, the porter's wife, kept them in old tea tins along the waiting room wall. Every morning a hummingbird no bigger than a thimble hung in front of them, green on its back, with a red throat that flashed whenever the signal dropped. The guard swore it had ridden the buffers all the way from the ship, and nobody was brave enough to say he was wrong.

The signalman didn't like it. He said a bird that size could get into the relay box, and Ada only laughed and said it had come for the flowers, not for his wires. Winter came and the tins froze, and still the bird came back each morning, hanging in the cold like it had an appointment. When the company took the south platform for the new line, Ada wrapped one plant in sacking and left it on the sill in the empty waiting room. The bird came to that sill the following June, and every June after, from wherever it went in the winter.

So if you see one hanging over the platform edge, don't shoo it off. It's only checking the timetable, and it's never once been late.