Our house sits on what used to be an orchard, and many, many of the fruit trees are still left. Oh, and the stream that was diverted to feed the trees still runs under the land, and pops up in springs all over. While both of these things might seem like pluses, they are actually a huge pains in the ass. The water makes our backyard so swampy that watercress grows wild and only a third of the land is usable, unless we decide to start a mud wrestling club. The fruit would be good, if we didn't spend so much time sweeping it up off the ground or smelling it rotting in the grass. It used to attract raccoons until we cut back all of the blackberry bushes where they lived. Honestly, most of the time our yard makes me wish for one of those astroturf fantasies from the fifties. Of course, then I would miss out on the birds.
Right now pretty much every type of bird in Utah is making it's home in our backyard. There are wrens. There are robins. There are grackles. There are doves. There are ducks. And, of course, there is my favorite, the crazy hummingbird. I love this guy. He is obviously a juvenile or male, because his red and green are not that bright yet. In fact, at first I thought he was just a hyper wren. While he isn't the prettiest hummingbird though, he might be the bravest. He seems to have no fear, and really loves coming up to the window when we are looking out.
I have tried to take a picture of him, but I think hummingbirds must be like vampires, and not visible on film. Every time I have tried I just end up with a blur, or a picture of the background. I am actually thinking of getting a hummingbird feeder, but instead of filling it with sugar water filling it with that True Blood stuff. Then maybe I'll get the greatest picture of all time. I mean, especially if it's of the night's we are having Bigfoot over for dinner.
Evelyn is growing up.
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