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We had similar pictures last year, maybe even the dame lady, but they are just amazing. MoSup would sell me for this experience.
You must move to Texas. I used to keep several feeders from March through Sept. or Oct.(some hummers don't want to leave when they should.) It got to be too much trouble to keep them filled. The little birds know no fear. It is easy to accustom them to your presence near the feeder and even put one on your hat, or put your fingers for the roosts. I've rescued them from spider webs (a delicate operation) and stuck in the window screen. Proof of God.
mary
Rodger,
I had the same experience bought 8 years ago while working on a job site near Boulder CO. Some of the equipment in a building was painted bright orange and red. The humming birds would fly in to investigate but then some couldn't find the way out. I would wait for them to exhaust themselves and drop to the floor,then pick them up and nurse them back with fresh squeezed orange juice or soda poop.
I wasn't so nice to the liberal tards that would come by from time to time.
MooPoo
Pop, pop!!!
Oh I'm so embarrassed.
MooPoo
She doesn't need makeup...Mmm. Hummers.
Couple of interesting stories, to me at least. At Pichacho Peak, between Tucson and Phoenix, is a place called Rooster Cogburn Ostrich Farm. They have birds there called lorikeets. If you go in with nectar they come flocking to you and raise holy hell. Little bastards are aggressive and their bills hurt like hell.
Years ago we had a lazy black cat called Lockheed. He moved fast only for dinner. One day he came in with something in his mouth that was squeaking. We thought he'd caught a field mouse. As he went under the dining room table to eat his toy, I grabbed his tail. His mouth opened and a hummingbird flew out and ran right into the kitchen window. After cpr and the "breath of life", he recovered so I took him outside and released him. Poor bird looked like Woodstock in the Charlie Brown cartoons. The cat, needless to say, looked disgusted that I'd let his snack go.
Pichacho Peak: overlooks the scene of a War between the States skirmish.
It USED to be WAY out in the middle of nowhere: one would watch it creep slowly up on the horizon while driving at the 55 mph heavily enforced speed limit. Now it is barly a blip, surounded by emu ranches, discount malls and new subdivisions.
Not to mention the de-facto speed limit is up to about 85 mph now...
That's an amazing photograph! To have several hummingbirds in close proximity is amazing -- they're such aggressive, territorial little birds.
Pine, huh? heck, we're practically neighbors. I have an a capella owl group in my white oaks, but they're too camera shy for hand feeding.