Our homemade hummingbird feeders attach at approximately waist level to the two-by-four railing that runs around our second story porch.Â This puts the hummers down with us when they stop by for refreshers between bouts of very small game hunting.Â Once they arrive mid-April or so, we wind into the lives of these brilliant dynamos to the point of familiarity.Â That is, we share the porch space freely, with the hummers chasing past our heads or otherwise threading their paths through ours. It becomes something of a dance, we humans walking along the porch or in the garden, the hummingbirds dipping, weaving, zipping around us.Â Except for unusually marked birds, like one albinous male black-chinned that drops by, I canâ€™t identify individuals.Â Some of them, however, have no trouble recognizing me. Continue reading Dances with hummingbirds
Last Friday night my son dug two of the last three holes needed to set our remaining fruit tree starts.Â We didnâ€™t manage to plant any of them that nightÂ because he and my daughter needed to gather their things together for the early start they faced the next morning.Â They were to travel to Moab to take tests for advancement in their Shorinji Kempo classes, and I had to get them to the local Chevron at 7:30 a.m. sharp so they could carpool with the rest of their group.
That morning, after dealing with the â€œgotchaâ€ moment of my key breaking off in the carâ€™s ignition at the Chevron, I arrived home to attend to the trees.Â Planting trees by yourself is a bit tricky, especially with the hammerhead winds we had Saturday (again!) but not impossible.Â The kids wouldnâ€™t be back till mid-afternoon.Â I didnâ€™t want to make the trees wait another minute for return to more natural circumstances, especially since the stock was bare root. Continue reading Coming out of torpor