{no pix, just a moment to remember. it's raining. i like to move the h.bird feeder out of the rain to the shelter of the deck cover.}
I looked outside, and there was a hummer looking for the feeder where it was 'just a minute ago'. She, or a young He, kept landing on the hanging pot hanger thingie, clearly puzzled. Then in zooms Mr. Rufous and whistles to his youngster. They engage in a mid-air convo, circling each other, whistling and cheeping the whole time. Then Mr. Rufous zips over to where I have moved the feeder, youngster following right behind...Now all is well.
i never even thought of moving mine when it rained. they seem to still go to it even when it's raining.
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