Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Last Call

Hummingbird visits to my feeders had dropped to nearly none before I realized that the New Mexican summer heat had fermented the sugary drink I had placed out for them.

Immediately after I changed the syrup, an aggressive hummingbird buzzed the feeder, tested it and flew off chattering wildly.

I don't know if it was excitement and he was telling others that at last there was something good to drink, or if he was swearing angrily about the bar being closed.

2 comments:

jonathan said...

Did I tell you I'm moving to Boise? I hope I find a place where I can put up bird feeders. Its difficult in a third floor loft in Chicago without a deck to feed non pigeons.

Dennis R. Plummer said...

Sounds like a good enough reason to me. What do you plan to do in Boise besides feed the birds? I hear there is good work in the spud industry.

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