I was at my kitchen window about a week ago and something caught my eye. We get hummingbirds migrating twice a year, and I intermittently put a feeder up when I see them. Let’s be honest: they’re kind of awesome. They’re these tiny, fragile, beautiful creatures. My original feeder (hanging up empty since spring) wasn’t easy to see from my window. Once I filled it with the nectar solution, I started to see a small flock of them. Of course I had to buy another one and put it right in front of my face.
I must say, y’all, that I have finally found something that fights more than my children. These things are downright bitchy. I have 2 feeders, each holding over a cup of solution. It should be enough to feed about 200 hummingbirds for a full two days. But there is one king bitch that is lording over them all, chasing everyone else away, up to and including dragonflies. He dive-bombs me when I go to fill them up. And did y’all know that they are vocal little things? They talk almost as much as my son. It’s been a lot of fun. I hope some of them winter with us. I’m about to start Googling wee little birdhouses for hummingbirds.
In other news, the kids had a busy and cerebral weekend. I took them to our local art and science museum to play in the science room and check out the planetarium. The next day, we drove down to New Orleans to hit the aquarium and the insectarium. The major bummer was that the butterfly room was closed for cleaning. But any disappointment and pouting was mitigated by a trip to the gift shop. The little ingrates had the audacity to whine about being “bored” on Monday. I was wracked with guilt. Not.
Girl Scouts has geared back up – Brownies this year. We have a bigger troop with 6 new girls. I love our new additions. All the girls come together in such a neat way. What is hilarious are the reactions to our upcoming camping events. We have several day trips and a couple of overnights scheduled. This will clearly be the first time at least a few of these girls have spent any appreciable amount of time outside. Several are allergic to mosquitoes. One girl is allergic to grass – not grass pollen, mind you. Another girl is allergic to snakes.
While it can be stressful and one more thing to juggle, I do love being involved with my Brownies. This is my 3rd year with most of these girls and watching them grow up has been amazing. It looks to be a good year for my little tribe. Stella is doing well. Felix seems to be doing well; at the very least, he’s been his normal chatty self, informing me that rhinoceros males use lots of kinetic energy (What 4 year old talks like that?!).
My kids are so lucky to be in a good school with good teachers. Not every kid is as lucky. Several of my girls have a teacher that isn’t doing so well. One girl broke down crying during our meeting yesterday, quite likely from anxiety. Her mom says her teacher is just freaking her out, and she isn’t the only one. I hate that. No kid should have to deal with that at the age of 7. It certainly brings back bad memories for me.
Everyone be safe and good to each other out there. Texas, we’re still thinking of you and sending help. Florida, we’ve got your back as well.