• Watching Hummingbirds

    Before my father passed away, my family had a lovely home on the banks of the Potomac River. Not only did we enjoy a stretch of sand beach, but the property was lushly landscaped, with a variety of trees, shrubs and flowering plants.

    My stepmother enjoyed working in the yard and had a deep appreciation for the wildlife. We were always around ducks and geese, squirrels and chipmunks, and even beavers and foxes. But my stepmother’s favorite was the hummingbirds.

    She had placed a hummingbird feeder in a tree near one of the large windows, and if you sat on the rattan couch and watched the tree, you could spot the ruby throated hummingbirds as they darted in to the feeder, took a sip, and then fled back to safety.

    Wouldn’t it be cool if everyone in the neighborhood bought a hummingbird feeder and encouraged the little marvels of nature to come visit?

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