The firebush said it froze while we were gone.
Somehow the pineapple sage missed the news.
I'm glad. I hadn't refilled the feeder and a juvenile ruby-throated hummingbird stopped by for refreshments. December 27th, he's late on his journey. Probably born toward the end of summer and not strong enough to make the trip earlier.
I fixed the feeder on the porch and he found it before I got back to the kitchen.
I'm thinking of naming the porch Angels Rest.
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