Stay Safe, My Wee Friends...

I’ve fallen in love with hummingbirds.

And, as is my wont, I’m always a little late to the game.  Late bloomer.  Late to “get it”.  Wearing bellbottoms 2 years after the fad has passed.  The big black glasses, 3 years after the small oval  John Lennon/John Denver cool specs were back in.  

And the Bo Derek braids?  What?  They're not in style anymore?  Dannnnnggggg.

Miss Johnny Come Lately, that's me.

So…back to this whine.

After asking questions of Mr. Google and Mrs. Facebook (you do know FB is a woman, right?  Surely you know that!  Have you ever seen a more over-intelligent, hormonal, cantankerous, bitchy, snoopy creature?  FB is definitely female. I dare you to prove otherwise.  And that Mark Zuckerberg is the creator means absolutely nothing.), I find I've rum amuck.  Yup, at the tail-end of summer and well into fall, I realized that there are many reasons why I’m not seeing my sweet little hummingbirds.

1. My schedule.
2. The fact that I’ve had the same nectar in the feeders for months.
3. My schedule.
4. I don’t know how to look for hummingbirds.
5. My schedule.
6. Hummingbirds don’t like dogs.
7. My schedule.
8. My feeders smell badly and nectar is ruined.
9. My schedule.
10. My feeders were metal, probably not the best type.
11. My schedule.
12. Did I say my schedule?

I then fixed everything I knew to do, and started looking.

And voila!  The hummingbirds appeared.  So many that I didn’t want to go to work every day, and I rushed home as soon as I could afterwards.  Now, I know, from watching them feed on my plants, they were here daily.  But the feeders made the numbers increase so I was able to view them.

I can prove it.

But now?  The numbers are lessening.  They’re starting to migrate.  Fly south, my friends, and be safe.

I’m going to miss you.

Please come back next year, my darlings!  I’ll have a plethora of feeders and plants especially for you! 

I promise.