I thought it would be like in that movie I never saw but which yielded a ubiquitous catchphrase that most of the planet recognizes, Field of Dreams. I thought if I built it (er, rather, put it up), they would come. They = hummingbird(s). Turns out that there is only a single hummingbird species native to western Pennsylvania. It also turns out that not a one of them would like to visit my backyard.
I am reminded of sitting on H.’s balcony in midsummer, watching all those hummingbirds flitting about. Nope. Not going to get to see that here. How sad.
Two things that i suck at identifying and would like to be able to do a lot better: birds and trees.