Reading and swinging on our front porch swing were favorite past-time experiences for me growing up. Having a trumpet vine near the swing always brought bees, which I watched until they got too close. I remember one evening when I was swinging, I heard this strange noise. Looking up, I saw one of the littlest birds ever! I don’t even know if I knew it was a hummingbird, but I did know it was shiny bright green, had the reddest chin, and it could fly really fast!
At the end of last summer, I decided I was not going to feed my Hummers this year. (Yes, they are mine, because every summer they return and hover in front of the windows in my sunroom to let me know they are back.) Last summer I could not keep their feeders filled fast enough. I was fixing solution nearly every day and fighting to keep the ants and wasps out of their feeders--not to mention the Downey Woodpeckers that enjoyed a sweet drink during the day.
