“Why not stay on with us and be jolly?” Ratty, Wind in the Willows
Ah, the late afternoon sun in the native garden, how it warms my face. I wait for my friends, the hummingbirds. I hear them clicking in the trees and know that they will be here soon. Yellow leaves litter the ground. It is that time of year when most birds have plans for a southern vacation. Indeed, many of them have gone already. And it is sad for us: we will miss them. Why can’t they stay and see what fun we have right here? Why must they go?
Luckily, my hummingbird friends are staying ALL winter. ... continue reading