Since Robert Browning has passed, I didn’t think he would mind if I borrowed his lovely words and tweaked them a bit. If so, he and I will straighten it out when we meet along the Milky Way.
Robert Browning
Lately, the nectar feeders are being emptied every two days, thanks to the continued activity of the hummingbirds. Males, females, young and old, are drinking, darting, swooping, buzzing, and humming, while I click, click, click. To date, over 300 hundred photographs, in the hopes of getting a perfect few. You be the judge. Give the page a moment to load, but don’t worry though, I narrowed the photographs down to about a hundred 😉
Every once in a while, if I’m lucky, I’ll catch a hummingbird resting between sips.
Next year I need to replace these feeders with a style that has a perch. It’s hard to find them without any yellow attachments though, and it’s the yellow color that attracts wasps to the feeder. So, for now, I’ll just sit, wait, and click like machine gun Kelly.
Comin’ atcha!
Blessed be :}
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