Hummingbirds

HUMMINGBIRDS

Hummingbirds love to feed in Edith's garden. Every morning I see them by the crowd ("a host of golden daffodils"?) when I arrive for my morning swim. Lately, Edith has been counting about ten at a time. There had been dozens before. Edith continually makes them a sweet drink. Frequently, I take down the four hanging feeders, Edith fills them, and the birds return in all their tiny glory. I hear their shrill sounds. I watch the orange-tailed bully and watch in awe at their fast flights.

During summer 2013, there are fewer hummers than previous seasons, and the feeders don't empty quickly as they did before. I only see a few hummers at a time, including one with a bright red neck.

Here's one photo of one hummingbird in flight while eating, one sitting while drinking, and the tail of another.

Lola the dog and Bon Bon the cat play beneath the birds.

Hummingbirds

©  Joy Krauthammer

PS
In my own garden, there is one hummingbird very morning, and throughout the day that sits on top of the tallest branch of my fig tree. She leaves to feed and returns. Sitting nearby on the top branch of the pyracantha, is a Mockingbird singing her beautiful symphony. This lasts all spring. As the leaves fill the  early summer fig tree, the hummer is no longer visible to me, if it is present.

Hummingbird in fig tree

©  Joy Krauthammer

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