Yes, I was securing the nursery for the new arrivals. No, not chatting grandchild, hummingbirds!
I was gazing out the window when I noticed the patches – plural this year – of Indian Paintbrush, Mother Nature’s hummingbird food. Thank goodness we had caution tape remaining from last year’s parking needs in the yard. I roped off a section so that NO ONE would mow over the growth. And I’m getting rid of my third attempt at a feeder, as apparently they prefer the plants. (It’s the same problem I have with the birdbath. The sun overheats the water and the nectar in the feeder – no one wants a hot drink to slake their thirst.)
So, I’m ready for the new arrival. (And I’ll be ready for our grandchild when she arrives!)
