Not-a-hummingbird - revisited

I had fully embraced the non-hummingbirdness of the summer of '13 - but then yesterday the Beloved said he saw one and there I went; this afternoon I spend at least an hour staring intently at the feeders, willing a hummie to come visit.

Fail.


I don't have to do any willing with the chickadeedles - I put food out and whistle and there they are. Sweet babies :)

Four days of having fun made for one very, very tired Erica this morning. Or maybe it's the horrible humidity. Last years dryness and lack of 'skeeters is a far and distant memory; I've been stung in the face AGAIN today.