The Singer And The Hummer

One particular male hummingbird (now known as Jellybean) has staked out the feeder.    He perches on the clothesline or in the trees next door and ambushes any hummingbird with the audacity to try it.

It was time to wash and fill the feeder, and while I was busy doing that, T-Bird was watching the male.    He looks ratty right now, I swear he's missing feathers, and he's easy to spot.   

I had made a wire hook of sorts to lower the feeder for easy handling and it was still hanging from the clothesline post.

Jellybean was hovering beside the wire hook, moving up and down looking at the hook, and then he landed on the clothesline close to the window.

And stared at T..

Then he flew back, studied the hook for a few seconds, and flew back to the clothesline.

And fixed another stare on T-Bird.

"Yo, Bud!  What up with the feeder?!?"

This continued until the feeder was washed and ready to go.    Back and forth, back and forth.    They figure it out fast.  

No Food = Stupid Human.

Jellybean put it in the wind when T-Bird walked out the door.    He walked the last few feet very slowly and stood just like he is in the pic, and drew up this pretty little female:

It's the closest he's ever gotten to a hummingbird, and holding the feeder while she fed made his day.

We keep it pretty simple these days.