By Loretta Humble
I am besieged by hummingbirds. It is wonderful.
Still nursing my toe after surgery, I have been forced to stop and pay attention to things around me. This is probably good for me, as my daughter Liz has long contended I have Attention Deficit Disorder — that I can’t or won’t stay focused, but flit from thing to thing. Kind of like these hummingbirds.
Obviously, these guys are not setting me a good example, but they sure are fun to watch. I’m sitting in my recliner with my laptop in my lap and keeping a close eye on them. In past years, I’ve only been able to attract one or two, but this year I’ve hit the jackpot. They won’t be still and let me count them, but I know that sometimes there are bound to be at least two dozen of the little boogers buzzing around at one time, bumping one another. Then they will disappear. Then a crowd will reappear. I thought these were the same birds coming back, but now I have been made aware I may be seeing whole new crowds—they are migrating, after all.
They are consuming at least a quart of my homemade nectar a day from my three feeders. I need more feeders, and soon will need more sugar.
I understand I’m not the only person with lots of hummingbirds this year, and I’m told because the drought has dried all the flowers, the birds are actually hungry.
I’m pretty sure this time of year other birds can find plenty to eat by themselves, especially if they like grasshoppers, Continue reading “Around Malakoff: Plenty of hummingbirds”