As my collection (hoarding) mounts, my tiny little friend's multiply in numbers. (Appatently I must be more careful with the hose after midnight.) What started as a single momma hummingbird with her babies, has morphed into houndreds of feathery flying projectiles.
They go scurrying around, chitting and chatting, chasing and fluttering, calling, and singing away. With 30 feeding station's you would think there is enough nectar to go around. Apparently they believe differently.
Hummingbirds are very territorial
little buggers. One bird will guard multiple feeders, protecting the source at all costs. With hearing
and eye sight like a radar, if there is even a hint of an approaching intruder, the chase is on. With their heads darting to and fro, their wings fluttering, tail feathers fan, and swish, they communicate with one another; "this yard is mine, and I intend to keep it that way!"
Here is one little man, sitting amongst his perch. Surveying the landscape. Eyes to the sky, like a hawk. Ears to the wind, and ready to pounce.
Hummingbird antics is somewhere
Between the three stooges, and Preditor; Comical and deadly. A wildlife daytime soap with a new twist daily.
Some days they include me in their fun. I become a shield of protection as they dart back and fourth, around and around. Have you ever watched an incoming , dive-boming hummingbird flying straight toward you? Narrowly avoiding collison with your head by mere inches? Close enough to you that your hair moves from the wind off their wings. I'm dreading the day avoidance fails, and I end up being a dartboard.
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