I became enamored with hummers while recouping from a set of three surgeries. I was able to be outside with my dog for hours, resting and watching the birds.
There was this gang of hummers that would swoop in on a feeder that would get filled up with the red sugar-water syrup they like to eat. The dog and I would watch them. It took my mind off of everything. They do chirp at each other, and they are little kamikazes with other hummers, protecting their food supply. I decided they are actually mean little birds. I didn’t know, however, until that time that hummers can perch; I’d been told they slept while they flew, which seemed illogical to me. They have the tiniest little feet.
Later on, I dug into all things hummingbird and categorized which ones I ended up feeding. Turns out there were 26 species. I do love the hum of their little wings, but they can fly close to your ears for some reason, probably to warn you off what they think is food, even if that ‘food’ is something you’re wearing.
Well, I think the little guy who’s after me is just a bully. Honest, there I am on my deck, drowsing, and he’s RIGHT IN MY FACE! He’s carrying an Uzi, too. Well, at least I think so...
I’m thinkin’ that birds seem to “be there” for those who need to be needed. I guess it’s ok to broach this on Christmas Eve: It’s as though God knows when to send ‘em.
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They’re not mean—just territorial. We named our little guy Gregory (short for Gregory the Grouch.) He and the four dogs formed their own disconcerting little flock-pack-whatever.