Early in the summer season Earl and I affixed a hummingbird feeder to the awning outside my office window. My office is the only room in our house that does not have a view of the St. Joe River, so we try other diversions to make me one with nature. The hummingbird feeder was our latest idea.
At first, even though I filled the feeder with the sugar water hummingbirds crave, there were few visitors. For the most part, the feeder sat ignored. But in time the hummingbird grapevine kicked into overdrive to the point where today we have rivaling hummingbird gangs challenging each other to the sugar water, as if it were a limited supply.
The truth is I’ll make sugar water till the cows come home; but, of course, I have no way of communicating with the birds about this. Instead, I watch as they peck and bicker the way humans would if the water were gold. And, maybe, in this summer of intense drought, the little hummingbirds perceive my watering hole as gold.
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