I wanted to include a picture with this post, but my subject is elusive.
That would be any of the hummingbirds that feast at my feeder, hung outside at the top a large picture window in our kitchen.
When a hummingbird positions his/herself there, I simply cannot get in place quickly enough to get a shot. So, use your imagination.
Here is the part of providing hummingbirds with nectar I find most baffling: their unwillingness to share.
There are four spickets on my hummingbird feeder, with plenty of room for that many to feast simultaneously.
But no. When one has decided to have a meal, and another one shows up, the new one gets chased away.
Every. Time.
If only I could teach them the joys of breaking bread (or sucking juice) together, I think they could have a change of heart. But no. The first one to the feeder decides he owns it, and woe to those who might dare try to perch alongside him. (Or her. I can't tell the difference between male and female hummingbirds.)
Some of my grandchildren were in town over the weekend and I decided to use the hummingbird feeder as a teaching tool. I showed it to them, explaining what I have just written here, and lamenting the lack of sharing that takes place in the hummingbird community.
They enjoyed watching for a few minutes but were soon on to other things.
Somehow, I hope the lesson about sharing, and how unattractive it is to be selfish, sunk in.
