Hummingbird season got off to a rather slow start here this year, but once the babies fledged, it was crazy for a while. The birds particularly loved this fuchsia, probing each blossom with their long bills. This hatch year male made a lot of squeaking noises while feeding. Like people, some hummingbirds are more vocal than others.
I had three feeders this summer, two in the front of the house and one at the back. I like the “HummZinger” type, because it has perches, which hummingbirds love, and it’s so darned easy to clean. That entire red lid lifts off. These feeders were designed in RI and used to be made here until the inevitable happened and they began making them in China.
This adult male spent hours surveying his territory from a nearby wire and swooped down on all interlopers who dared come to “his” feeders. He’s gone now, and so are almost all the others. Last weekend they were in a feeding frenzy and on Monday, just a couple of juvenile birds remained. I saw one this morning, probing the fuschia.