A few weeks ago, the girls and I decided that what our backyard really needed was a hummingbird feeder. I wasn't quite sure if any hummingbirds would actually appear, but our friends who live a few miles away are right in a hummingbird migratory path. They have four feeders and have to refill them every day. That is some serious humming going on around there.
So, off we headed to the store to find an appropriate feeder. There's a fabulous bird store downtown, but not knowing if any birds would actually come visit, I thought I'd start with a small, generic, $5 feeder from a non-bird store (ie: Walmart).
Our motto: If you hang it, they will come.
It took a couple days for the hummingbirds to figure out that we had food for them, but eventually they found it. Even today there was a bit of a fight over the feeder between two little guys. They were quite agitated at each other. Have you heard hummingbirds fight? It can't repeat it here. Frightful.
Jules loves to stand by the window and wait for the hummingbirds to come. When she sees them, she yells out, "Buhr! Buhr!" and we all scamper over to the window to see. Naturally, it didn't take her too long to figure out that whenever she says there's a bird, we move, regardless of whether or not she's actually seeing a bird. She's truthful about 50% of the time. Fibber.
Today I managed to catch a few shots of a bird making his way around the feeder. My lens was zoomed out as far as it would go, plus I was standing inside, taking the shots through the sliding glass door. Still. I was pretty happy to get any pictures at all considering how fast those little hummers move.
Since the hummingbirds have shown themselves to be faithful visitors, I'm thinking of getting a couple more feeders, maybe even ones that have little resting perches on them so they can take a breather when they get tipsy from all that nectar. I've also noticed we have dozens of finches that hang around our yard, looking longingly at the hummingbirds getting food, whilst they go neglected. My conscience pangs me greatly over this, so I suspect I'll be getting some finch food too. Maybe even a birdhouse. Ooh.
I'll draw the line at pigeons though. That's all I need is for the neighborhood kids to start calling me the Bird Woman.
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