If you read this blog from time to time you may know that I have entered the world of street food, which has just been made legal here in Montreal after a long hiatus. So about a month ago I installed “Hummingbird Haven – Where words don’t matter” outside my dinning room window. The little research I did gave me reason to believe hummingbirds can be found in Montreal from about the beginning of May through the summer, but feeders should be in place a couple of weeks prior to that date; hence the installation a month ago.
So far not a hummingbird in sight.
I have put up signs in the community and have considered advertising in local newspapers but no luck. Late last week I engaged, at no small fee I might add, the services of a Chickadee and a very regal Cardinal, to wear small sandwich board signs promoting a Mother’s Day special as they fly around the neighborhood Alas, the result was less than dismal; to paraphrase great Canadian author Farley Mowat – “and no birds came”. I have a hunch the Chickadee may not have put his all into the job, but feel confident the Cardinal, as a bird of the cloth, gave it everything. As a result of the no-shows, in my fridge are 150 very, very small chocolate long-stemmed roses wrapped in tissue and thin red ribbon, the production of which almost cost me my eyesight, to say nothing of my sanity.
But I’m determined not to lose hope or give up. I’m sure that in no time at all I’ll be inundated with hummingbirds, I look forward to being booked solid during the Formula One Grand Prix weekend (I’m working on a racing theme that will focus on the hum of the engines, and am looking into installing a television screen for the race), and a busy Jazz Festival. In fact I imagine hummingbirds from all over will descend on Montreal for that Festival, as you an imagine, they love music that doesn’t require singing.