Last year, Shari got a hummingbird feeder as a premium from one of the bird or environmental organizations she belongs to. She followed the recipe enclosed with the feeder to make the sugar solution and hung it on our fire escape in Brooklyn. Hope springs eternal, but of course, no hummingbirds found their way to our third floor apartment.
One of the first things she did when arrived here at Sunset Road was to mix up the medicine and hang the red feeder on a pitch pine right outside the kitchen door. Last night, she ran into the house, flushed with joy, because she seen a hummer at the feeder. Unfortunately, I didn't get outside fast enough to be able to add it to my backyard list.
Tonight, again she called me when I was out of sight of the feeder and again I missed the bird. So I sat down in one of our lime green plastic Adirondack chairs (on sale at Lowe's) and watched that feeder like it was the ninth inning of a close ballgame and soon enough a real beauty of a female hummer made her appearance and drank long and deeply of Shari's sugar water. Put it on the list.
Gonna like living here.
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