I’d like you to meet my new responsibility, Darren– as in Darren Sproles, the short and shifty RB for the Philadelphia Eagles.
After I named him Darren, it was discovered he was a she.
Darren is a Rofous hummingbird (Selasphorus rufus).
Her first batch of homemade nectar was made with some “raw” sugar I’d found stashed in the cupboard. I bring her feeder in each evening so as not to attract bears–it is spring and they’re hungry, too. The nectar is kept fresh in the fridge overnight.
I snapped this shot tonight with my crappy phone camera.
I started reading about hummingbirds and discovered they must only be fed white table sugar. “Raw” sugar in the stores is almost always Turbinado, which is actually a refined sugar with a high iron content. Iron can poison a hummingbird. Poor Darren!
This news had me worried, so I took off to town to get Darren some white sugar, but I couldn’t bring myself to buy it. A whole kilo bag of white sugar? I’m not sure I’ve ever bought a bag of white sugar before, and I just couldn’t do it.
What to do? What to do?
Here’s what I did:
I headed to the cafe in the mall and bought myself a cappuccino. I then pretended I was adding sugar to it, but instead I stuffed a whack of sugar packages into my bag.
Back at the cabin, I realized a whack was only enough for three days of feeding.
My trips to town are few and far between. Twice I’ve gone eight days without seeing another human. Here I was making two trips only three days apart, all for Darren.
And so today, I gave in and bought a kilo of that white powder and filled her feeder to the rim – she could drink to her heart’s content!
I’m becoming quite fond of that little hummingbird. I worry though, I read hummingbirds live an average of five years, and they have excellent memories–meaning she’ll be back.
I’m leaving in a few weeks and was worried that Darren might go hungry. I’ll leave the sugar with the recipe on the bag along with her homemade feeder, for the next tenant and hope the little bird is taken care of.