So it really is true that they don't like Splenda-water and love real sugar-water. We're back in business with the real sugar.
Now we have this male who has claimed the feeder as his own. He sits there smugly NOT drinking anything, but chasing off anything bigger than a dragonfly. He fought off three others at one point this morning! I had to take a picture:
Look at him! Just sitting there! He's not even taking a drink. I wondered how long it would take for him to actually drink that whole thing all by himself. I think he belives that it is his right to do so. Look how fat he is! Male dominance--ugh!
On another note, here's the Johnathan story of the day:
For all of you Little Einstein fans, this one's for you ... So, Johnathan was about to watch Little Einsteins and he says, "Mommy, you watch, too." I say, "No, baby, I'm making bread for our supper tonight." I assume he's okay with it, for I didn't hear a response. LE kept going, and it got the part where, "June is patting! Quincy's patting! Annie's patting!" Johnathan yelled out, "Johnathan's patting! Mommy's- ...... makin' bread." The latter part sounded a bit disappointed. :) It's always an adventure ...