During this pandemic, people are really looking for ways in which they may feel better, happier even. Fortunately, I have a suggestion. Each year for the past 4 or 5, I have patiently waited for hummingbirds to return to East Tennessee for me to launch my bird feeding project.
It’s incredible that they return at all; they fly hundreds of miles to get from somewhere else to my bird feeder. It amazes me me how this happens, and how they make their way home to my yard.
I’m careful to keep their feeder clean, filled with a combination of sugar and water in just the correct proportions. For reasons known only to them, they seem to like the color red; I always have a bunch of red or pink flowers around the feeder, which must be kinda’ like a beacon for them.
Every day that they are here, I take time to watch them throughout the day. I’ve stood outside, near the feeder, and occasionally a hummingbird will hover close to me. I totally love that. In return for all this free food and a friendly landing zone for them, each year they give me a special present.
Are we there yet? 