There is an incredibly intricate and tiny hummingbird nest outside the bedroom window on the farm. Two different hummers have been sitting on it for about three weeks. Yesterday, I saw both adults feeding three tiny beaks but no sitting behavior. That’s because the wee babies are old enough to generate heat on their own. An adult is perched nearby, stilletto break at the ready to do battle with any interlopers. This is a
pretty drab-looking pair, not the jeweled ruby throated hummingbirds I see in the honeysuckle. Next spring, I’m going to plant hummer and butterfly plants in containers in the back garden, if it looks like we have more water. I couldn’t justify it this year what with wells running dry.
We have several dozen doves in a big walk-in cage. I love the sound but they are incredibly stupid. They lay eggs willy nilly in messy nests. They forget their eggs and randomly sit in boxes or in a piles of sticks. It’s so hot that we need to get misters set up. In the meantime, I’ll spray them down and they lift up their wings in the water.
We have several other walk-in cages and each breed of bird is uniquely strange, with individual quirks. Lucy, the parrot, likes oranges that I just start the peel and apples the best. If I cut up a fresh pineapple, she likes the rings in her dish and not threaded in her stick.
The wild cockatiel is caged alone because he’ll bite the feet off the other birds. I named him “Little Feet”. He keeps an eye on everything I do and when he sees me with fruit in my hand, does a little hippity hop dance.
The lovebirds get all greedy, thinking there won’t be enough. There always is.