There was a hummingbird IN my house this weekend.
The ranch house is nestled so far back in the countryside that on nice spring days we tend to leave the exterior doors wide open so we may run in and out as much as we please without the hassle of turning a knob. When you work all day long, it’s really the little conveniences in life that make it SO much more enjoyable. Not that I work all day long, but if I did, I doubt I would feel like opening the door.
Apparently the hummingbirds were of the same mindset, because one decided to march right on in and help herself in the kitchen. I’m starting to get the feeling that she was staked out in front of the house for more than just a measly sugar fix last week.
Now I find myself telling the kids…
“SHUT THE DOOR!! YOU’RE LETTING ALL THE HUMMINGBIRDS IN!!”
There is an egg missing from the killdeer nest. I’m not sure if I should be worried, angry or concerned.
Worried that something terrible happened to the 4th egg. Angry that I missed the birth of the first born. Concerned as to why it is that I have the time to check up on this little nest, yet have no time to watch the popular sitcoms and reality shows.
The ranch is home to some of THE most beautiful birds.
And the best part?
I don’t even have to feed them to entice them to visit… except of course for the hummingbirds. Who have started to overstep some boundaries.
I think I am becoming a bird watcher.