No snow now, but the Anna’s hummingbirds were guarding the feeder most of the time when it was cold, especially when I would thaw it. One especially cold hungry day, it dive bombed me when I went to wrap a warm towel around the feeder to warm it up. Fierce little birds!
But it also did the behavior pictured. I think it’s beak cleaning, but it sure looks like sharpening. Just like sharpening a knife.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt temperature.
For Norm2.0s Thursday doors.
I took this last weekend at the Rotary President Elect Training. Hotel doors are more functional than glamorous. I curled up in a chair in this hall when I needed a little quiet time between meetings. I like the carving over the hall and the abundance of windows.
My mother had plants all over a shelf running the length of their kitchen. She did a pen and ink drawing of the riot of flowers and pots and leaves. She then did a second one but this time the snapdragons were dragons and there were elves and fairies and monsters in all the plants.
My orchid is blooming riotously right now, with abandon, to the point where the pot barely stays upright. I love orchids, how long the blooms last, and how they would rather not be watered too much, and a flower that perches up on tree branches in jungles: how delightful and romantic is that? This one is in my kitchen window and makes me think of my mother.