The hummingbird feeders were getting low on sugar water. I boiled a cup of water and ¼ cup of white sugar in the microwave and let it cool. The new feeder holds a half cup, so I pulled that one in first. The bathroom is only a few feet from the sliding glass door to the deck, so that’s where I rinsed the feeder. The feeder couldn’t have been gone more than a minute or so. As I was walking back on the deck, an impatient hummingbird darted toward me. The feeder was still an inch inside the house! I paused to let him drink and said to myself, “You are a silly fool! Get outside! You don’t want him flying inside the house!”

That bird kept trying to drink as I hung up the feeder. My hand was only two or three inches from him. I’m undecided whether to admire his bravery or call him foolish for being such a glutton.

Now sing with me, to the tune of The Farmer in the Dell. The hummer’s in the house, the hummer’s in the house, hi-ho the derry-oh, the hummer’s in the house.