Friday, July 18, 2008
We have two hummingbird feeders hanging out back. Two different designs. The flat one is spurned; I'm been trying to figure out how to lure them, but of course that is impossible. They will have to figure out that the sugar water in there is the same as the sugar water in the teardrop.
They also make me think of my mother and D, who misses the kinds of conversations they used to have when she was alive. Every so often, my mother would say, "You know, I have a chickadee who visits the feeder. He has only one leg. I wonder how he manages?"
D would say, "Really!?! How often do you see him?"
"Every day or so."
And this would recur verbatim, every month or so, with neither one remembering that they had had this conversation before.
Although at the time, this was very exasperating, somehow, now, it is very comforting to remember.