Columbine, a cache of nectar

I just couldn't resist showing you my columbine plants. As soon as I see these start to blossom, I know my favorite feathered friends, the hummingbirds, are returning. I was standing at the window yesterday, wondering when they would come, and suddenly there he was. Unfortunately, I was inside and didn't have the camera at hand. He worked furiously, trying to get the most of the nectar he had discovered. For him, it must have been like finding gold in a stream. Four plants all blooming to their max, right in a row. But then as all hummers do, he took off in a flight that defied the eye. Gone in a flash.























I seem to have quite a variety of birds at the feeders this year. I think it's because my elderly neighbor lady passed away and she always kept her feeders full. I tend to forget about them sometimes and then the birds go shopping elsewhere. Fannie would always say, "Are you taking my wrens? Are my cardinals going to your place?" I actually felt guilty when she said that as if I could control it. But now I feel a responsibility to take care of "her" birds. I hope someone will take care of "my" birds when my time comes.