“Two on,” my lovely bride declared this morning as she watched two hummingbirds land on our feeder.
“Didn’t we just make food two days ago?” she asks as she sized up the plunging level of sugar water.
We did. But with a neighbor out of town and his feeder sitting empty, our deck has become the fly-through choice for the rufous and Anna’s hummingbirds in the neighborhood.
My lame response was something akin to: “That is what happens when the birds lose feeding options.”