Was just sitting in the back porch swing with May Bell.
The hummingbirds were hitting the flowering plants and the feeders, taking turns on who chases who, cork screwing through the porch and every which way across the yard, inviting each other to fun runs.
They'll go south soon and I'm a'gonna miss 'em.
The hummingbirds were hitting the flowering plants and the feeders, taking turns on who chases who, cork screwing through the porch and every which way across the yard, inviting each other to fun runs.
They'll go south soon and I'm a'gonna miss 'em.