Post last updated: October 10th, 2018
On Monday, I noticed two hummingbirds working the Blue Black Salvia in the wildflower bed across from my porch. There was probably a good ten feet between them and my rocking chair on the porch. This was good. You will recall from Birdfeeder that I don’t like these insect birds getting too close.
Yesterday, I was standing on my porch fussing over a potted petunia on the railing. This is my first year with petunias and I’m struggling to understand them. All of a sudden, I heard a loud buzzing noise in my left ear. I turned my head towards the porch post. Next to the hummingbird feeder hanging from the post was one of those beady-eyed hummingbirds with his long, black beak pointed at my face. Less than three feet from my face. He audaciously gave me an indignant buzz that practically shouted, WHERE’S THE GRUB?
Aggggghhhhh. I wish I could have seen the grimace on my face. I’ll bet I looked like some old bag in a haunted house the moment she sees the mummy with loose wrappers fumbling in her direction. Thankfully, my horror-stricken expression scared the hummer off. I looked at the hummingbird feeder. Empty.
Pretending that I was feeding the wildlife is over. The wildlife has found the grub, expects the grub to be on tap, and gives me a run for the haunted house when the grub runs out. Why do I do these things to myself?