After moving Matt and Jenni this past weekend and realizing how awesome their backyard is going to be for a whole bevy of things, I realized having a yard might just be a-okay. All the corners to put lawn chairs and fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon and all of the trees to hang birdfeeders from… it made me a little misty eyed. And really, it was just because I want a hummingbird feeder like this one:
When I was a kid, my grandparents used to have one of these hanging on their porch from their “lake house”. My grandpa, if he was finished banging around in his workshop (shed) all day, would put on a red-hooded sweatshirt and stand with his nose about 2 inches away from the feeder. He’d wait… and wait… and wait. Until finally a tiny little hummingbird would come up and get a drink of the sugar water my grandma had made, and then fly within centimeters of my grandpa’s eyes. I always wanted to try it, but I never had the patience he did.
And while I’m entirely scared of larger birds that have beaks big enough to poke my cute little blue eyes out, I’m totally down with supplying sweetened water to tiny little hummingbirds that don’t really ever stop moving long enough to jab my pupils out with their tiny beaks.