On August 5, I belatedly hung up the hummingbird feeder after noticing a couple of hummers hovering on our front porch in a very pointed way. Considering I haven't hung the feeder since summer before last, I can only assume these birds either had a very good memory, or it was pure chance that they lingered in front of the window, looking at me crossly.
So I mixed up sugar water (4:1 ratio) and hung the feeder. It took, oh, about fifteen minutes for the first hummer to discover it.
There's just something so endlessly fascinating about these tiny packages of metabolism and mobility.
See her little tongue sticking out?
It didn't take long for more hummingbirds to find the feeder, and then the battle was on.
It got to where there were so many birds that I was refilling the feeder every day. At one point I counted nine hummers arguing over the artificial flowers.
You know how it is with hummers. They let you get right up to them.
And then about a week ago, kaboom. Nothing. No more hummers. The feeder hung there, full of sugar water, deserted.
In this part of the country, it's advised that people not feed hummers past late summer because it will encourage them to put off their migration to warmer climates. But is their departure so sudden and abrupt? Possibly.
At any rate, I guess I'll take the feeder down now. Nothing more to see.