It is September already, and this is the time when my garden become a battle field. This is the time when I may have the more of them. One is perching on the Weigela bush, a key position over the garden. The other one took over the feeder beside the bench, a little one will guard the feeder on the deck, and two other are chasing these three, trying to get the best places to watch and feed.
Flowers in good shape, feeders with fresh syrup, frenzy hummingbirds hovering, chasing, buzzing around. They give me so much joy, and I try to ignore the fact that this may be the last day to see them here. And I am glad for each and every day they are here, before they take the long big trip to South.