Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Hummers in August

I fill these two feeders with 7 cups of sugar water (1/4), daily!
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posted by Tom Fisher at 11:36 AM

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