I know I recently mentioned how happy I am that the birds have returned to color our backyard. Really, it’s like a carnival back there. Now that the weather has slooowly warmed enough that we can open our windows at night, the 4 a.m. bird version of American Idol takes place. Those babies are singing their hearts out and I love it.
Feeling certain the hummingbirds are about to return, I put out a feeder filled with sugar water last night. This morning I looked out the window in time to see our puppy, Booker, polishing off the last of the quart. I learned two valuable lessons:
1. Put hummingbird feeder higher than a growing stretched-out-on-his-hind legs and pawing puppy can reach.
2. A puppy who drinks a quart of highly sugared water becomes a demon possessed chewing machine.
Okay, an early morning jam session with happy birds combined with a sugar-crazed naughty puppy. You know it was the best part of my day.