I have gotten out of the habit of writing.  It has become very easy to excuse myself from writing.  I hope to break this habit.  Today I will write a little, no pictures, just writing. 

The hummingbirds seem to like the feeder.  They seem to like it when I replace the syrup with fresh.  I originally thought there were two birds, an adolescent and an adult female.  Unless there are more than two birds, one is a male.  Last week as one of the birds left the feeder, it flew directly toward the window from which I was watching.  It flew into the afternoon sun which was behind me; the sun reflected off its red feathers.  They were so bright it looked like a flying red light bulb.   It is possible that the male has been coming to the feeder all along but that I have never seen it at the correct angle to see the irridescent red.