When Michelle stopped by her office in town before catching the ferry south, she got buzzed by a humingbird.
We’d been expecting their imminent return. I had seen a few shadows over the weekend that might have been hummingbirds. After getting buzzed, Michelle asked me to fill and hang the feeder when I got home.
No problem. We’d been moving the feeder out of the way all winter, hadn’t we?
Apparently not. I searched all over for the thing, but couldn’t find it. I even found its base, but not the glass bottle that held the homemade nectar. I called Michelle and asked where I should look, but I’d already checked the places she suggested—many of them more than once.
I tried not to worry about it. But, I wouldn’t be allowed off the hook.
We’re open for business: The new hummingbird feeder (Photo: Mark Zeiger).