Mankind decides to alter the ecosystem which surrounds him, with lil to no thought 'f the outcome.
I've witnessed such firsthand 'n sit here'n a quandary 'bout what to do. I speak 'f the new folks 'cross the road. Yepperz, my sweet friend 'f o'er 35 years sadly lost her battle with cancer back'n January. Jest weeks 'fore her young'uns sold her place off. To city slickers with a desire to be country folk.
If'n ya didn't know, I'm quite addicted to these feathered friends. 't the first sightin' (oddly 'nough, 'twas a hummer who first caught my eye), I sterilized the feeders once more 'n made 'em their favorite sugared water. Somethin' to sustain since a late frost 'd killed off the spring blooms.
Lil did I know that those folks 'cross the road'd bought these bees from a fella who 'trained' 'em with sugar water. 's ya can see from the pic they're most fond 'f the hummers feeders. The Orioles fought 'em off fer 'bout a month. My heart soared when I spotted their young comin' to the feeders. Giggled 's they chased the bees round 'n round 'til the bees 'd back off long 'nough fer 'em to drink.
My sweet hummers aint fairin' so well. One'd think with 'em furiously flappin' their wings they'd cause quite the commotion, 'nough to unsettle the bees 't least briefly. Such's not occurred...
I've set out feeders 'n the front, with great hopes the bees'd settle fer those to no avail. I sent the hubs out to purchase "bee proof" feeders 'n they hang all o'er those's well.
Don't be too sad, there's lots 'f blossoms burstin' with nectar all o'er my place. The rose bushes 're quite good't puttin' quite the show. There's honeysuckle, petunias, desert willow, russian sage, red texas sage 'n lots more ~ surely 'nough to sustain my feathered friends.
The downside's I rarely get to snap a pic 'f my sweet friends. I can't get out'n enjoy my own lil sanctuary. The bees hoard the feeders 'n the pond/waterfall. When I go outdoors to water, I'm most oft accompanied by hitchhikers - the bees. They crawl'n my skin, sit'n my glasses 'n e'en get'n my hair. 'pparently they like the smell 'f vinegar 'n rosemary?
't aint all been bad...
Now if'n I'd jest a plan to get those bees off my feeders 'n out'n the garden to do their job!
The Round'p!
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