Two nights ago, I was sitting out behind our new/old house, and a hummingbird flew into the yard.
First he checked out the red-topped candle lantern that Robb had found in the garage. Then he investigated the red metal rake I had just bought. Then he took a long look at the red can of fruit soda I was drinking.
I had already bought a red hummingbird feeder, but there was no sugar at the house, with which to make syrup.
This morning I filled and hung the hummingbird feeder, and the birds found it less than twelve hours later. In fact, we saw our first hummingbird fight. I'm going to have to put up another feeder. (Of course, the birds found the feeder after dusk, so all I got were grainy, blurry, Bigfoot-worthy photographs.)
This picture is from April, at the best hummingbird park in Alameda.