It’s been a lovely couple of days to sit out on the back porch in the shade and listen to all of the birds. Sitting near one of the hummingbird feeders, I hear the buzz of them coming in, but once they perch, my view is limited.
What I also find hilarious is how Little Bastard (butt shown) reacts when I take down this feeder to clean and refill it. While I’m at the kitchen sink cleaning it, maybe ten feet away, he’ll zip in and fly all around where it was. He won’t fly at all into that empty space, but he’s circle that space like the feeder was still there, just invisible.
Does he think I had a Romulan cloaking device installed?
He’ll do this two, three, four times or so. Then he’ll come back with three or four other hummingbirds. Now, mind you, these are the exact same hummingbirds that he’ll chase away in a heartbeat if they try to eat at HIS feeder. But now that it’s vanished out of this plane of existence, he’ll go round them up and bring them back to show them the mystery he’s found. “Look, guys! Just like I told you! It just freakin’ VANISHED!”
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 