Erica and Phoebe Hummer

Okay--so I name the critters that come to our backyard.
Apparently this is a bizarre thing--at least to the Brit it is.

But he assures me that this is my norm.
EVERYthing takes on a life of it's own when it enters my world.

Now, I've given that thought--and he's right. Even to the bitty stuffed turkey my sister sent me in my care package--yep, Mr. Turkey. And the pen that I stole from work cuz it was cool! (Mr. Purple Pen!) And don't worry, I confessed the thievery.

Go figure most of the creatures are pronounced male. LOL
Now this shouldn't be a revelation to anyone--the most significant folks in my life have been male. They're the ones I'm blaming for my attitude, my line of thinking and my response to life in general.

So--back to Phoebe and Erica.....the hummingbirds. Oh--and Arnold (affectionately dubbed for the Hummer driving Arnie).

All three of them were attempting to dine at the hummingbird feeder last evening and again this morning. Only, Erica is a selfish hummer. She's staked claim of the feeder. To the extent of guarding the feeder by perching on it. (btw, I can get within three feet of her before she takes to flight--I'm thinkin' she knows she's way faster than me). She's a selfish one. Fights them off every time. Poor Phoebe and Arnold don't stand a chance.

So--we now have two feeders! Mostly cuz I couldn't stand the territorial, claimstaking attitude. LOL

I've devised name tags for them with masking tape so they could KNOW which is theirs.

Himself shook his head and professed that they don't KNOW how to read signs.
HA! Of course they do---and those little buggers best be eating at the correct feeder, too!
OR else!