: the act, process, or result of fixing, fixating, or becoming fixated: as a: a persistent concentration of libidinal energies upon objects characteristic of psychosexual stages of development preceding the genital stage b: stereotyped behavior (as in response to frustration) c: an obsessive or unhealthy preoccupation or attachment
Michael away at Myrtle Beach for a company golf outing, me at home enjoying every minute of my impromptu whims of coming, going, blaring Bose, popcorn for dinner…and, alas, I saw the first female hummingbird on Saturday morning while I had the cell phone to my ear talking to lovely daughter, who, by the way, is concerned that the birds aren’t eating from her new feeder. Makes me hoot!
I planted annuals in the rain, sowed some seeds in two new beds of wildflowers for hummingbirds and butterflies, all the while, looking for the flying green gems. My eyes have been fixated on those feeders all weekend! I want a photograph, soooo badly. The male flies in and out within seconds and I can hear my camera grinding away. For sixteen months, my camera has been grinding away, every day. Parts wear out and I’m becoming a tad nervous about it.
Not frequently, I see a hummingbird appear for my nectar and a taste of Hibiscus, then quickly zooms away - to somewhere else. Perhaps to taste the nectar, somewhere else. Hmmmmpf.
I set my alarm last night to camp out on the deck at 6:45 a.m. this morning. Still yawning, I sat there with camera, coat around my shoulders, L and R slippers, and Karen Scott sweatpants (1991),
and fixated on two of the feeders
After about twenty minutes of no action, I woke up. And thought I must be out of my ever-loving mind! Husband is probably gorging on an elaborate breakfast at a goft resort while I’m sitting in the cold fog listening to my rumbling stomach! How absurd is that? Screw the hummingbirds! Let their nectar turn rancid because I…just…don’t…care…anymore!
An hour later, after I showered, I sat on the ground near the pond with Chloe and Bella. There’s more than hummingbirds here to see…
The morning sun won the battle with fog and its light danced so beautifully.
I can only dream of a flying green gem on this little feeder.
Oh, my. Only two feet from where I sat... Hello!
Bees and butterflies will soon swarm the Salvia.
My first Chipping Sparrow of spring made me smile...oh, so tiny and sweet.
Are you tired of seeing reptiles here? If so, sorry...
So now, ahem, I believe it’s time to re-fill the nectar feeders and make new. Darn. I can’t help myself. I'm just a friggin' bird slave.