I was literally dancing a jig when I saw my first of the summer hummingbird. He (or she I can’t tell) flew to my feeder, drank for a few seconds and flew off. I had just hung the feeder. I was sure it was too early, but hoped to lure the scouts I’ve been told come early and let others know where the feeders are. Not sure if this is true, but I’m taking no chances. I live in Colorado and it’s still getting down in the 30’s at night so I’m always afraid of being too early. I’ve learned though that hummingbirds will drink cold nectar even when it nears freezing temperature.
The Yorkies totally ignore these tiny birds and in turn the hummers ignore them. These little guys measure 7.5 -13cm. They are the smallest bird in the world and are lighter than a dime. (Drat! All I want to do is lose 20 pounds and I’d be happy. I don’t aspire to unrealistic weight.) Their babies are the size of a plump raisin. They can fly at a speed of 61mph and live 3-5 years. And what a memory. They remember migration routes and every flower they have visited and how long to wait between visits so flowers can generate more nectar. They come back to the same feeder each year. I’m embarrassed to admit they even recognize humans and who stocks their feeders to keep their bellies full. Why I’m embarrassed is because I have trouble recognizing people if they aren’t in a setting where they usually are. Thus the clerk that always checks out my groceries, and with whom I have had many short conversations with, will not be recognized by me if she’s not standing at her cash register station. She’ll be somewhat familiar but remember her name and where I know her from–HA! My Yorkies remember their friends and don’t hesitate to wiggle and bark when a person they recognize stops to pat and visit with them. Yes, I have to admit, they are smarter than their proud owner and mom.
I’ve had hummingbirds fly to my face and chirp. Come to find out they are curious or investigating a situation. They are very inquisitive. They have specific chirps to warn of potential threats, or to defend their territory to feed. Boy can they fight. And I think I have a temper.
The male hummingbird is a very chauvinistic fellow. He doesn’t mate for life and won’t help the female in any way to build the nest or care for babies. He mates then mates again with the next female in his territory. Casanova!
If I had the courage to get a tattoo, and I don’t, I’d get a small hummingbird on my ankle. The hummingbird tattoo is a symbol for love of life, joy of life, strength, energy and ability to cope with difficulties. I do have a love for life and for my fur babies, but my energy is getting less each year. Love my naps with my Yorkie babies curled up beside me. They help me cope with difficulties for sure. I’ve also heard the tattoo is a symbol of sexual energy, but we won’t go there. As my granddaughter would say, “Mimi, TMI. (Too Much Information)
Welcome spring, welcome hummingbirds, and welcome full feeders to attract them.