Assholes or not, one of the few things I envy about the USA is that you have hummingbirds and we don’t. Never seen one in the wild yet, only on TV.
Just to rub salt in your wounds (or get your hopes up if you ever intend to visit California at least), they are just about literally the easiest wild bird to find where I live 
. Even on the shittiest birding day you are almost guaranteed to hear/see one. Their hyper-territorial nature combined with their main diet revolving around flowers means they tend perch very prominently at lower heights, dive-bomb spectacularly (territorial display), feed frequently and conspicuously, and call constantly.
They’d almost become old hat and boring if it weren’t for the fact that they’re hummingbirds.
ITYM Terroristic Little Tyrants. Usually by June they’ve figured out I’m the one who fills the feeder, and woe is me if it’s not full. They will get in my face and lodge a complaint.
Bluebells and primroses (plus the odd wood anemone sneaking into shot on the right) at Wakehurst yesterday. Spring!
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We had two back-to-back snowstorms here in MN this past weekend. Just when we were starting to see the snow disappear from the lawn. 
Easter morning was bright with sunshine. When I was walking the dogs around 7am, it sounded like there were a million robins in the pine trees next to the house. It sounded so beautiful. It was like they were celebrating Easter!
My front door camera kept dinging me. Usually it’s just someone walking by, but this time it just wouldn’t quit. This is what I saw when I finally decided to see what it was upset about:
I watched the video, as they went over to eat my roses.
They always eat the roses. They love roses. My old plant ecology professor used to grumblingly refer to them as “long-eared rats” because they were always getting into his experimental plots and nibbling away his data 
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