A north breeze brought cooler temperatures this morning and may have sent a signal to the hummingbirds that their time here is short. Or maybe they've known it all along. Their noisy drone at the feeders morning and evening has diminished, their chirps are spaced out, and the sugar water is going down a little more slowly.
I think they'll miss this beautiful place. After all, we have some of the cleanest air in the country, and this year, they have found a new addiction in the flowerbed, the dark blue/purple blossoms of Agastache 'Blue Boa'.
One female has taken possession of the plant; she dangles from the blossom like a Christmas ornament, sipping the nectar with her long tubular tongue...
...and attacking any other bird with the audacity to challenge her territory.
Fortunately for the others, she can't watch it all the time.
When they're gone, we'll miss them, too, but at least, the vacuum left by their departure will be filled by a variety of migrating birds.
The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away.
May the name of the Lord be blessed.
Job 1:21
Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday
