A hummingbird attacked my husband.
“She flew right at me!” hubby huffed on Sunday morning. I knew exactly which one he was talking about. Same one who bopped three birds on the head in a row and then flew at my window in a dream of bopping me:
The two-minute hate of the ruby-throated hummingbird is now in session.
Ruby-throated hummingbird migration is well underway. Lots of angry juveniles are moving through my yard. A minute ago…
I have no idea why I find stuff like this so funny. But I’m still laughing, and it’s already Tuesday evening.