This is exactly what happened to me this week.
I whipped up some homemade hummingbird food in the kitchen.
They love fried chicken and scalloped potatoes, with some thick gravy
on the side usually but I was out of everything except for raw organic
sugar and some tap water.
Scraping out the dried potatoes and old drumsticks from the feeder I
filled it with the aforementioned sugary substance and waited for a
plethora of the colorful little birds to appear.
None came, nothing, not a one.
I ran back into the house and drew a bunch of the no-shows onto
some cardboard with a crayon, stapled several onto my face and
stumbled back outside.
It’s a small world…