Anyone who has seen Alfred Hitchcocks movie the Birds might be afraid of any grouping of birds where none have been before. We however, have our own birds that have been overrunning the Hardy residence.
It all started in Bonnies vain attempt to get some wildlife other than our cat and the pesky wasps/yellow jackets/black widows that seem to inhabit these parts. She had always wanted a hummingbird feeder, and last year bought the first one, that never even got posted outside. Then this year she bought an additional feeder and I then knew I was in trouble.
Earlier this summer I finally broke down and put up the pole on our deck that the feeders were supposed to be on. Having done so, she looked on the internet, found a solution to make up and voila, instant birds. Well, maybe not instant. First, nothing came. She changed the color of the solution. Then, finally, one bird. Not too long and we had a whole gaggle of hummingbirds flying around the deck in the backyard. At one time this week we counted a total of nine at one time, darting around the feeders, making themselves at home. Of course, our cat, aka Snowball, aka HIF, is so old and weak that he is no longer in hunting mode so they are safe. What has made it really nice so far is that there doesn’t seem to be a lot of bird droppings accompanying the birds. Maybe Tippi Hendron would be safe here.