mOOners in Mexico

by Kris

Hummingbirds are addictive. We enjoyed viewing their antics at the familiar red feeder outside the huge living room window at Ken's parents during the summer. Many an evening they were more entertaining than the Giants' game. Our Roca Azul neighbors, Chuck and Gigi, have a hummingbird feeder attached to their 5th wheel rv and their mildly frenzied feeding activity warranted an installation at our end of the park. We searched locally for a beberador, and found one for $22. Yikes, we'd have to be loco in the cabeza to pay that. A trip to the Wal-mart in Guadalajara paid off with the purchase of a nifty little feeder for $10, well worth the $10 it cost to drive there - we are nothing if not savvy shoppers.  In the excitement we forgot to buy sugar (we are nothing if not forgetful) but rv'ers are a generous lot and Gigi sponsored our first batch of nectar.
We hung the feeder outside our kitchen window and immediately it was a happening spot. At first glance our Lago de Chapala hummers (is that the proper abbrev.?) appeared to be a rather bland variety. Now that they are more relaxed with our activities and Duffie's, they hover longer and their iridescent colors are more noticeable and pretty darned fancy.

 

I felt like a bad mother when the flock buzzed around the camper yesterday morning and pointed toward the empty feeder. Hummingbirds are not the most patient of God's creatures and the time it took to brew, cool, and fill the feeder was evidently TOO long. If the response of the three little cuties who landed immediately and taste-tasted the fresh nectar was indicative, it's good stuff.

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