Through the kitchen window

In addition to the herbs I planted in pots, Brandon planted a tomato in the ground outside our kitchen window. We bought the plant with no identification and he hoped it wouldn't turn out to be of the cherry variety. His tomato palate is not without limits. Well, sorry baby, here's what we got.

The good news is that they are quite tasty. The tomatoes we grew last year were not. They had tough skins and were bitter. Not exactly qualities you look for in a 'mato. I sliced these guys in half, sprinkled with kosher salt, and enjoyed. Baby, if you closed your eyes, you wouldn't know they were cherries, I swear.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table now trying to get a picture of hummingbirds at the feeder. Brandon's mom, Chris, suggested we get a feeder, we did and the customers came almost instantly. Now they know we're open for business and when I brought the feeder in for refilling, a couple of them were hanging around looking for a fix. There's one guy who perches nearby and chases away others who come to feed. We get some ruby throats, but I don't know much more about them. When their wings are beating, the flurry makes them appear larger than their true tiny selves. They are also quite precise when placing their beaks into the feeder. Good beak-eye coordination. I wonder if they have to learn that when they are kids?

Okay, now it's POURING out and the birdies have gone for cover. Got a couple of snaps in, but not too hot, still waiting...

In flight-
At rest (after the rain, clearly)-
Wings? What wings?