Am sitting in the kitchen, having just finished my monthly ‘book work’, the sun is out following another bout of rain, it is mid afternoon, Outside the window, is a bird house on a pole and two other feeders hanging off the lip of the roof at the edge of the porch. Two days ago, I found a quality glass feeder for hummingbirds, someone had purchased, made the correct non-red solution and hung it up. To my surprise there have been hummingbirds coming to drink. While watching that, a sweet small bird, half the size of a robin and taupe in color has been trying to perhaps catch my attention, as the standard feeders are empty. My mother said she never fed birds in the summer because there was plenty for them to gather. However, we are all habitual and in the past there has been a variety of seeds in the feeders. i am debating with myself whether to fill them – as they do make such a mess, this small bird apparently thinks it would be a grand idea. He may also be the bird whose nest I exposed in one of my pruning sessions. She may think I owe her.