He or she just appeared at the nook, looking for some Clute-made nectar. (That is now underway and will be up in a trice.) I only got a glance but it was enough to confirm that our first hummingbird has arrived.
We are having basic very windy spring. Most days are in the 50s or 60s, sometimes warmer, but often not so warm that the wind is comfortable to be out in.
And I managed to break a leg, so I’m not being out in it anyway. I did achieve tea on the porch this morning, first time since Monday; but the jays didn’t get any peanuts from me, which did not please them. They haven’t been treated since Monday, either! (But isn’t it a touch peculiar that I’m worried what the scrub jays think of me?)
Last evening’s sunset was superb: just enough clouds in the west to have gorgeous peach, orange, and vermilion hues.