When we had a cat, we never had bird feeders. It didn’t seem fair to attract birds close to the house, just so a pounce ready puddy, could get his mitts on it.
We wouldn’t have a bird feeder, we’d have a cat feeder. So, nope.
Then, we moved to Sechelt and our front deck had the perfect place for a hummingbird feeder.
We love living here, and my only regret about the move, was that dear sweet Peet didn’t handle it well. He was old, and had to stayed inside. He died only three months after we got here.
Alas, we hung a bird feeder, and have enjoyed the hummers ever since.
Dealing with the hummingbird food has been one of Ken’s chores over the years. I didn’t think much about it. I just enjoyed watching the little birds, zoom zoom around, showing off their huge personalities.
This year, the chore fell to me.
The variety of hummers we have, don’t migrate. They stay in the area year round.
We have become a regular food stop, in their routine now, and with all the snow and cold this winter, I realized fairly quickly, they can’t eat frozen food! (Go figure!)
So, last thing at night, and first thing in the morning, I deal with bird food.
I bring in the feeder, so the sweet food doesn’t freeze over night, and I put it back out in the morning, as the birds are up at the crack of dawn, and ready for their breakfast.
This morning, I could have slept in a bit longer, but I remembered the birds and got up.
They were waiting for me!
I hung the food, and before I even got back in the house, one of them had buzzed me. I’m not sure if it was scolding me for being late, or thanking me for the grub.
It’s been a while living without a doggy or pussy cat, but it seems we still have pet responsibilities.