|Female Ruby-throated Hummingbird looking to score.|
It started out innocently enough. I’d seen some hummingbird feeders around town and I figured there was no harm in putting up one, just to see what happened. Sure enough, mid-April, there was a male Ruby-throated hummingbird sampling my homebrew. As the days passed, more hummingbirds arrived looking to score, but the original hummingbird was guarding his stash with the ferocity of an unhinged, jealousy-addled lover - dive bombing, cursing and sometimes resorting to stabbing. Male or female, he didn’t care which was the recipient of his drug-fueled wrath. The situation couldn’t hold, so I bought up another four feeders, filling them to the brim and hanging them around the yard and garden. Soon each feeder was being mobbed and the insanity, the mayhem, the bulk sugar-buying ensued. There are now seven feeders out there and heaven help me if I’m a little slow in keeping them filled.