Hummers

Not the gas guzzlers most of us would rather not see on the road.

But the tiny feathered ones that amaze us with their agility,
speed, territorialism and mysterious ability to navigate back
and forth over the Gulf of Mexico and--as I understand it--
return to their previous food source at both ends of the trip.

I spent part of today laboring over a Sudoku and watching
the birds.  The birds won.

It was a feeding frenzy most of the time...2, 3, 4 even 5
fighting for a spot at the feeder.

Bird A lands and starts to drink (or do they sip?).  Bird
B wants a spot, but is chased away by A.  While they're
gone, Bird C settles in.  A returns and is challenged by C. 
Off they go to see who prevails, and D arrives.  And so
it goes.

There's still time left to enjoy them before they beef up,
respond to whatever tells them it's time, and head south.

All it takes is a feeder and a cup of sugar dissolved in
3 or 4 cups of boiling water. 

And you're a spectator.