The Hummers

 

My daughter in law has a hummingbird feeder.  It attracts a lot of hummingbirds.  They are very territorial.  They fight over the feeder.  They chase each other around.  I can imagine dinosaur battles in their disputes. There is plenty of food.  They just seem to like to fight.

The hummingbirds fly away in the fall.  I am not sure when exactly they go. They must decide from the weather or the daylight hours or the flowers blooming.  It feels like an early fall this year.  I hope that they leave in time.  I am sure that they will.

In my life I don't deal with very many people these days.  I do Zoom, take care of my grandchildren, shop for groceries, occasionally talk to the neighbors, and that is about it.  But, conflicts still crop up. Like the hummingbirds, I have plenty.  I am fine, but still conflicts crop up. I am learning to handle the conflicts rather than to avoid them. If I were a hummingbird I might have moved on to another feeder and another feeder until I finally ran out of feeders. Perhaps that is where I am in my life, I have run out of feeders.  I am standing my ground. (Until it is time to migrate to better weather.)