There are volumes written about what I don’t know about hummingbirds. But I can now tell you what I do know. Once they’ve found your feeder, it’s difficult to walk away. I have so many hummingbirds coming to my feeder, I’m starting to identify them individually.
Perhaps not. Maybe there’s just a major hummingbird migration happening now. But I have a brownish-grey one who eats like she’s plucking a piano. Then there’s an all-black one who not only gorges at the plastic flower trough, but stops and rests allowing us to get a real good view. There are multi-colored ones; brown, grey and black combined. One has a black tail with a touch of white on the bottom. Another with an all black tail.
So this is the first thing I’ve learned. They don’t all look the same. Unlike robins and bluejays, these tiny little creatures all look different. Why is that?
And they’re aggressive! There are so many of them they look like moths at my garage light at night, swirling and diving, and defying the laws of physics in the way they never seem to run into one another. A crow came by earlier to see if there were any leftovers from this mornings offerings, and the hummingbirds dive-bombed him almost like a team. And while all this was happening, all this frenzied flying around, there was a rabbit just quietly munching at my lawn clover.
Meanwhile Bowtie is taking it all in. We miss the regular song birds, but the squirrels made short work of their feeder and, as you might recall, shredded my bedroom window screen. Now I won’t put anything up there that will attract them ever again. And while that is a shame, these kamikazes are a pretty good entertainment replacement.