Hummingbirds versus human

As the weather got warmer we hung a beautiful hummingbird feeder in hopes that we would attract the cute little bird with its lightning speed wings and long pointed beak. Just the thought of them makes me go awwhhhh. 

I made sure the feeder was full of red flowing juice that all of the hummingbirds love. I even planted several plants that attract hummingbirds and butterflies to the area and they too would provide similar juices. I envisioned multiple hummingbirds buzzing in unison and saying, thank you every time they took a sip.

One day I noticed that one giant (oxymoron) hummingbird was hogging the feeder and fighting off any competition. Keep in mind this feeder has four "flowers". The flowers are far enough apart that the hummingbirds shouldn't even take notice of each other. But NO, big boy decides he owns the entire feeder and no one else was going to enter his territory. Well, every now and then you see a different hummingbird sweep in, look around and steal a drink. Then low and behold, big boy swoops in and scares the intruder away.

I thought I would solve this problem and protect the less fortunate hummingbirds. Hubby installed a second feeder about 15 feet away. Surely that tiny little hummingbird couldn't possibly monitor two feeders 15 feet apart?

Low and behold if that stinky little big boy didn't claim his territory the minute we installed it.

Now I have two feeders feeding one hummingbird. I'll show him. I'm not buying a third one. I'm just sayin'...

Gooch

In order to name your blog, you have to consider how other people name their blogs. They adopt their pet’s name (tinker, booboo, spot), their favorite hobby (baker, woodworker, gardeningISfun) , or perhaps a special flower (rosesRred); maybe even a religious conviction. I can just hear the melodic sounds playing in the background. 

None of these appealed to me and I definitely didn’t want to use my real name…I may be writing about someone I know! Then I thought, what about a nickname!  Perhaps I could reach into the historical archives of long, long ago (my childhood) and conjure up my nickname.  

Growing up I was a prim and proper princess and my older brothers decided to nickname me Gooch. This made me so mad since princesses were not called Gooch. “What does that mean?” I’d asked. They didn’t know. They just knew it drove their younger sister crazy. The more I asked, the more they said it. I stopped asking but the nickname stuck. So for whatever reason, I was always known as Gooch.  Soon, Gooch became an endearing word to me. After all, it couldn’t be anything “bad”. It must be good. My brothers loved me so much that they gave me a special name.

As I pondered the nickname Gooch, I decided I had better google Gooch first. After all, everything is googled these days. I found the definition in the Urban dictionary. 

Gooch, A.K.A. "grundle" is the area that attaches ones sac to ones a**-hole.

Enough said. I need a blog name...