It flew over the yard, around the tops of the tall firs and away from my yard. This bold hawk has not only ventured close to the feeders and the nearby fence, it has perched right on the front porch railing. One hummingbird No longer are they chasing No sound is better able to pierce this wet blanket than the ringing konk-la-ree call of a red-winged blackbird with its thrilling trill at the end. I’ve heard it everywhere lately, from a lakeside bike ride to my walk from car to office. Red-winged A thought, a phrase, a new perception will surface, but they’re elusive, like hummingbirds chill of my house, I successfully hushed the oh-so-rational-sounding voice saying I should get up and start being productive. There were no demands on me .
Gallery of no hummingbirds at my feeder:
