Goodbye, summer
The little hummingbirds were daily visitors all through the summer. Dive bombing each other in aerial battles for dominance, perching in the maple and pine trees to watch for intruders (or simply to rest their wings once in a while?), or buzzing past my head as I sat on the deck, the presence of the little ruby-throated hummingbirds added color and joy to the fabric of my summer. When they stopped showing up at the feeders, I knew that summer was over.
Goodbye, summer
The little hummingbirds were daily visitors all through the summer. Dive bombing each other in aerial battles for dominance, perching in the maple and pine trees to watch for intruders (or simply to rest their wings once in a while?), or buzzing past my head as I sat on the deck, the presence of the little ruby-throated hummingbirds added color and joy to the fabric of my summer. When they stopped showing up at the feeders, I knew that summer was over.